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a little imagination does wonders
those of us who see people
animals and whole settings
portrayed by slowly moving clouds
are delighted by the “kissing camels”
especially as highlighted by rays
of a jovial Colorado sun
in the Garden of the Gods
of course, they are camels – we can see
their humps and elongated heads
stretched forward to show their affection
one for another
of course, cloud or rock camels would be
affectionate – our world is joyous
with unexpected moments of fun
wonder and awe
not like it used to be
snow up to ten inches
in Florida
below freezing but no rain
or snow in western Oregon
bright sunlight sparkling
off Cascade peaks
was weather ever “normal”
or is every season “not
like it used to be when
I was a kid”?
moment of glory
moment of glory
tiny jagged rock
seldom naked above the surf
sporadically catches the edge
of a pounding wave
heaving spray as a glistening
ten-foot, momentary tower
Lincoln City
and she can get crankier
chill morning, un-summerlike
odd weather for mid-June
in a year of unexpected heat
too early in the season
as though Grandma Nature
were getting cranky in her old age