hollow islands in the sky
float by undisturbed,
merge and pull apart
as if some magical force
guided their interactions;
islands if all shapes and colors
all sizes and shades
leisurely drift by
blocking the sun
preventing falling rain
casting shadows all around
menacing the animals
who hide underground;
islands form faces
hideous and calm
slide by undetected
except for children
laying on their backs
on the ground
imagining and wondering
why there are so many.
27Mar18
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