it seems every sort of cloud
gently ambles by, a veritable cloud catalogue
slowly, like a cartoon scenery backdrop
passing our saucer-like eyes,
we’re high on the downs,
marvelling at an incredible vista
eating lunch on Ted and Doreen’s bench
looking down like gods on mere mortals
in the Lilliputian villages below us,
here the day feels like a week
a time-stretch, easy, where
silver gliders glint and then disappear
like paper airplane birds
invisibly scratching the big blue
wheeling in giant condor circles,
we eat languorously
our cheese and ham sandwiches
have never tasted so good
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© Graham Sherwood 08/21
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