picture me on a cloud
different from the rest--
those scattered after game dominoes.
I would paint my cloud not pink,
not red, nor even white but blue to
match my eyes.
And it would sail! Oh, how it would sail!
Not to find another but to glow the
deepest blue under a blue-y sky.
And when my brothers called I would shout
"Look at me! Here I am! Where are you?
Are we not friends?"