Falling Clouds
(Here is a poem I wrote the other day while I was sipping tea at a tea house)
Soft falling pillowsPuffs dropping at your feet, and on your feet, but
they drop lightly
Floating is easily forgotten,
as is disintegration
it all remains intact (as if to be preserved)
Billowy pillows cover the landscape,
puffs piling on top of puffs,
snowlike clusters
Every patch of ground has a mound
of ethereal softness
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