CLOUDS AND ALCOHOL

Clouds…

Grey

And hiding the Sun

as if anticipating

a long, overdue apocalypse.

 

Clouds…

Red

And telling the story

of an impressive lipstick

extending oblivious lips

in a forgotten smile.

 

Clouds

Yellow

And disguised

as the light at the end of the tunnel

(remember the apocalypse of the grey clouds?)

 

Clouds

Of various shades of blue

Just like the curaçao that made me talk loudly

Or was it the red martini that turned my giggles into

wind chimes?

 

Alcohol and clouds do not go together

But they really make an intriguing title for a poem.

 

For Ant

30 Aug 2020

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