Sitting on the patio at Bon Sushi today, I was once again mesmerized by the beauty of clouds! And how a hole in the clouds formed a donkey. And how I was reminded that many years ago I had written a poem about clouds.
It did not flow easily to memory: I wrote on a napkin what I did remember.
Then, when I got home, I got out the book and found the original version.
I enjoyed seeing what memory provided today.
The addition of a small bird on the head of my usual imprint had me chuckling.
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