A cloud -- a leaf shaped cloud -- raised by the wind
and high above the earth -- but not too high--
that clustered formed a tapestry of sky
suspended over the air-skin heaven
drew my eyes toward its trunk and branches
I see what oak has cast in wooden form
when water parted into hew and foam
like once original but unmade patterns
from traces of its outlines comes a trunk
that higher than beyond it now is shorn
splashed across celestial looms the vision
leaves as tenderly that bloomed of thunder
misted in its arbor and its canopy
tattered by the wind a stem of beauty
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