Photographs - The Sky
Looking upwards and taking a photograph of the sky is another pleasure of mine.
The Man Who Photographed Clouds
The man who photographed clouds
climbed the hill, to allow
the bright sun to warm his skin,
and his flesh and bones, therein.
And on his brow, clear and wet
appeared a tiny bead of sweat,
which trickled to its little fate;
to - in the sun - evaporate.
'Til drifting, floating, upward bound
did it - itself - become a cloud.
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