The clouds roll over the hills like the
exhaled breath of a Fire God.
Drifting into shapes both fantastic
and common, bizarre and mundane;
they change by the moment.
In the park, a group of children lie on their
backs, staring at the sky in wonder.
There, a horse
there, a dragon
there, a giant and his dog.
I walk faster, over the park’s
main pathway, late for another
endless meeting at work.
I whisk by the ice cream stand, and ignore the
enticing scent of chocolate sauce.
My feet hurt in my
fashionable new high heels, worn to
fit my professional image.
I circle the carousel, where laughter and
tinny calliope music stirs memories.
I throw off my shoes and hurry
back to the sky watchers. I lie
down and curl my toes deep into the cool
green grass. I nudge my new friend and
point to a floating unicorn.
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