Clouds

 

Clouds 

Clouds glide across the sky in middle Georgia 

Where here I am – 

Thirteen years into a sweet marriage after the one of twenty failed,

with memory remnants of a full set of Johnson Brothers

Friendly Village, years of piece gifts from both former sides against all of these new moments –

Wine sip paintings, owl and curlicue tree, 

still a nightstand pair and my childhood bed with haint blue underneaths, 

books and photographs

from absent presence days

Contrasting 

true love 

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