Flux

Today the sky is clear,
Three birds brush blue wings against it;
Their trills sweep across the mountains.

Tomorrows clouds drift around,
Wisps carrying sheep and dragons into a field
Where they dance in ecstatic motion.

Next week a dark gathering,
I become the pea under a pile of mattresses
Struggling to be free of their weight;
They tumble and crash then
Sweet surrender!
The sound of rain sweeps across the mountains.

Today the sky is blue,
A North Wind returns sheep to meadows,
Dragons dance in their dreams.

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