Clouds meet like lovers

You can see the inevitable setup as they start from opposite ends:

These two,
sure to meet amid the others,
drawn together by some force
either atmosphere or fate

Slow-motion as they touch,
a gradual loss of each other
once they merge,
now indistinct —

settling, blending
into the other clouds,

drawn together by some force,
sure to meet amid the others.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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