Clouds



I sit around with my bow and arrow
Shooting clouds out of the sky
And if I get a good shot I’ll watch all its droplets
Fall and die
As another fond hope sinks into the sunset
The rain falls asleep and aspirations blow away.

She lies on the hill watching the faces drifting over
As ships and stars sail past her vision
The crest of future is trapped in twine
I laugh for an instant before any tears can escape
Run through the fields before I lose my balance
Then I position my arrow and shoot another cloud
Out of the sky.

David Lempert