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Clouds II

One cloud vanishes,

Never again to return.

Once, always changing.

All clouds drift away.

None can ever stay the same;

None lasts forever.

A cloud may give hope

Of soft rain that never comes,

Even though we thirst.

Clouds, unrelenting,

Sustain the gray of winter--

Though show what light hid. 

Floating cloud calls me

And laughs. It knows I want to

Climb around in it.

The Mayor, Part Two

Out walking my dog,

Saw a man--we've met before,

He didn't know me.

I'd had a haircut.

I didn't know him either--

He had grown a beard.

Fearful of Change

Crossing in the dark,

Nightlights sprinkled everywhere,

Like a Christmas walk.