Tortoise shell clouds
in the blue porcelain sky
cast dark shadows
across the valley.
I watch the clouds
as the move from west to east
pushed by the same breeze
caressing the limbs
of a neighbor's olive tree.
I listen,
as I watch contrails cut
through morning's sky blue tranquility,
for the echoes of sonic booms
and am rewarded
by the unbroken silence
of nature.
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