The clouds as nests
disperse and stretch leewards
across terrain anticipating shadow
sheets of shades across streets
a flash of dark
for a second and a degree celsius less
mask and veil for the sun
by season saving or savaging us
across autumn anticipating winter
the clouds as temporal forestry
white grey and black
red when the dust’s released off earth’s back
plotted and planed on axes
the remains of a weather balloon
found, silver in a field
a crumpled sash to the bends
of horizon hip and waist
sent sparse from spheres and grass
yes this one looks like a dog
go there and pat it
– it jumps on you!
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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