A View from a Parapet

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A View from a Parapet

The air is not freely admitted up here, not
so high up where clouds crouch and close,
curl as fog on sky-filled parapets, too close
to our flighty little lives. Clouds that watch

like waiting cats with hungry eyes, wanting
what we have, jealous when we change
our minds, even change directions at whim.
They want to touch something, those clouds,

so high, so sly, so full of watching and hurrying,
chasing the sky and erasing all traces of blue.
I know I’d never open my door to a cloud,
if one came calling in search of a parapet.

 

 

 

Inspired by Bleak House by Charles Dickens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by Bleak House by Charles Dickens.

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