A Cloud, A Star
J
James McLain
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The tree is a soft pillow,
against my back,
after the picnic,
tooth pick dangles,
i nod off to sleep,
thinking of building a home,
in a cloud
being obsessed,
it should be as easy
as counting the stars.
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