Cumulonimbi
darken behind the park’s trees
and their golden leaves.
~
Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats
blow off and people chase them laughing
in the wind, voices sparkling.
~
Sudden gust, raindrops,
people scatter smiling with
blurred, watery eyes.
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Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂
