Late September

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I stepped outside to clouds
straight out of an impressionist painting
dark ones, low in the sky
still not on the horizon
and bright, white cotton
towering above
the sun’s rays igniting
the wispy patches in between
constantly in motion
whirling, drifting
some at breakneck pace
others brooding, or swiftly sailing
across the slowly dimming sky
then upon arriving home
out my window
a curious combination
one expanding, like a puffer fish
or a balloon blown into by a clown
and others wanting to get in the mix
to mask the scene
nothing was static
and I was captivated by it all