There is a shortage of words,

rations are severe,

they tell me.

I reached into the Cloud-

empty, and my eyes were blind

from its mist for awhile-

even every crack in the sidewalk

explored, dandelions seeds

having fled to far off

neighborhoods,

counties, towns, states.

So  my austere  words are simply

“Thank you, God”.

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