“Bits of Clouds Lingering”
The grayish elongated clouds strutted
across the western sky as if they belonged
in late March, just before April showers
climbed onto the ever-changing stage
to introduce spring to all who wished to view.
Yet, the gray clouds dallied, a bit of breeze
pushing them to move along like cattle
along a narrow trail on the plains.
Yet, they loitered even more,
bumping against each other,
clamoring for more space
but not getting more
than they deserved.
Yet, they bumbled along bowing
and curtseying like dancers on the stage,
nearing the end of their routine
and a well-deserved rest.
They knew their time drew near,
the sun cresting the edge
of the mountains before it bounced
over and then beyond while the clouds
immerse themselves into blackness,
their curtain lowering and lowering
until nothing, albeit bits of applause
coming from those lined up
and watching from the roadway,
they too lingered longer
than they needed to be.
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