Puff Piece

A canopy of cumulus projection
aligns itself enticingly and spills
its cotton candy succulent confection
across the canvas of the Texas hills.

A viewer, from the vantage of a hammock,
anticipates the daily matinee
with vapors in their drama-packed dynamic
of interactive whimsical display.

But, looking down upon the scene, King Cirrus
harumphs a haughty epithet, “The stage
is mine alone today!” And with the merest
regard he scatters all in jealous rage.

The lively cast of Comal County Clouds
will never fail to entertain the crowds.


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2020 Mary Boren
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When the Wind Blows

I wonder how the nimbus knows
to alter his direction
and let a brother slowly pass
to form a cloud connection.

Is heaven’s choreographer
obeyed without resistance?
Can clouds conceive a role in scenes
best witnessed from a distance?

Do billows simply laugh and sing
and dance throughout their capers
while ‘whatsoever will’s emerge
from elemental vapors?

Or is it pure haphazardness
that dots the wild blue yonder?
I stand below and look above
and wonder why I wonder.

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cc-by-nc-ndMary Boren,  2012