Aloof
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A solitary tongue of cloud comes out
From cave depths in a mountain, mist from dark
Abyss. The moisture whitely sniffs about.
It tries to travel straight but forms an arc
That settles towards the valley floor. The rock
Face holds its silence. Marble shames this mist
With its excited atoms. The space walk
Of the cloud is louder than the darker schist.
Perhaps the wetness in the air presumes
That it is silent too. It stays or leaves
Without a reference to the upward plumes
Of scrubland smoke below. The mist believes
Pixabay
The smoke is far too agitated for
Respect. The clinging cloud rejects rapport.