a cloud
suspended
between two birds
soaring
etherwards
would rather
be somewhere
else
not hanging
over a sombre piazza
in northern Italy
questioning
solid blue sky
would rather be
in Madrid
Toronto
or the Ottawa Valley
not in a dry climate
where all things eventually
dissolve, dissipate
and disappear
without warning
the sun sets
the birds fly northwards
disappearing
the cloud
is like a heart
caught
between two places
in time
© Jeffrey Round 1992
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