Parading

You shifted

in the canyons of my hands.
in the canyons of my hands.
in the canyons of my hands.
Now I am a cloud I think
Now I am a cloud   I think
or a clown or a clone.
or a clown   or a clone.
I’m the field you go to
I’m the field you go to
when you’ve run out of rain. —Jessica Poli
when you’ve run out of rain.
—Jessica Poli

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