Late Afternoon Clouds

Late Afternoon CloudsIt’s the late afternoon staring
across mountains, through window
seeing your face, your eyes, your hair
shaped within the sunset shadows

of reddish pastel clouds
the shimmer of your hair
in filtered sunlight
tossed by a flirting breeze

Of course it’s not painful
watching you scraping peaks
floating within cloud colors
as if you were still

If I were a pilot I would
want to spend my days flying
through those hair-like clouds
feeling them brush against my plane

but I know they would barely
linger leaving limited traces
in much the same way you remain
only in pale, distant clouds


Late Afternoon Clouds