Cloudy vacation

There are light elephants in that cumulus
And elephants fly like heavy in the wind,

Wind blows words to turn a cat language.
Cirrus is mere language with no thought

Floating in an empty sky of feral nothing
And heart turns a mere cumulus floating

On prankster wind to the vacation’s end,
A Monday to float away as we come to it.

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