I like clouds.  I often

have a mashed potato fetish

with big, cumulus, puffy

billowing, smoke arising,

white as a ghost, clouds.

Minimal color in this

visualization–white on blue.

They present emptiness.  A way

to hide out within their

shifting confines.

Maybe meet a UFO inside

while you’re in there.

An imaginary work of art

as we sculpt in our minds

the figures we see in

the moving borders

and finally evaporation!


Snow covered trees with sunburst and cloud. Mt. Rainier National Park, Washington

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography

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