Sarah D. Silvey

 

I reaped a cloud

with my little finger.

What a day that was.

I took it home

Put it in a jar

And labeled it

Do not open til Christmas.

But it got the cap loose

While I had it in storage

And it suffocated my family

For its vengeance.

I had reached too high.

I might have known

I couldn’t keep a cloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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