Caravan
Comes
a cumulus caravan
Mutely floating by;
Shaggy
beasts of mythic shape
Across
the bluest sky.
Bearing
packs of childhood treasures;
Fantasies
forgot;
Motionless, yet still proceeding
Past
my earthbound spot.
Stretching
back beyond horizons,
Drifting
toward the East,
Where
picnic children wait to greet
Each
fluffy snow white beast.
©1999 William L. Steen
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