Literal Bore

Stratus,
Cumulus,
Nimbus,
These are clouds.
Not “frothy, creamed clouds squashing through parched skies.”
They are clouds.
Not “bloated snowflakes silently expanding
Outside their icy element
Like marshmallows at a campfire.”

Excuse me,
Mr. Literal,
Be more lateral.
They are clouds.
But they are also whole pillowcases of dreams for dreamers.
For children:
Elephants, dragons, and schnauzers.

I am precise.

You
Are
Nar-
row.
Fuddle your vapid mind
With panache.
Think in chuckles and chortles
Instead of
Equations and formulas.

Stretch up from your
Stifling rigidity
And put your head in the clouds.

--Matt Peterson

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