Cloud

The cloud was a freight train

Casting bright shadows

From the light of the mountain

All across the Au revoir valley

It screamed "Jerry was right

about the lovely bookshelf of sadness

at the base of Mount Fuji,

quiet quitting its library job."

Old Buddy will be able to

pick up the slack when

The rainfall leads to

An increase in dropouts

The cloud made no shadows

in this quick valley

She said she'd go to Tenareeffee

And learn to cast transfiguration spells

Salty-wet ocean rain,

far from the happiness of a low-cloud day

Scent of red-wine on rolling waves of thunder

Shadowless cloud.

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