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Two Clouds

Two deep snow powder clouds
stood high on a blue mountainous
sky.

One behind the other, they pushed
off on skis and slalomed between
moguls before schussing with
avalanche speed the rest of the
way.

Reaching the bottom, the clouds
sparred with their poles as to whom
would be mizzen and whom would
be main, but the decision was
rigged by a gust from the wind.

Thrust onto undulating white
crested waves, they sailed on
a sea of passion toward the
rising sun.

Over a bay of still water, the sun
began it's descent, as the two gray
clouds wondered if it would be clear
sailing tomorrow.

Eric Miller is a retired dentist who has laid down his drill for a quill. His work appears or is forthcoming in Foundling Review, The Storyteller, Calliope Nerve, Stories that Lift, The Cynic Online Magazine, Word Slaw, The Stray Branch, and Flutter Poetry.