Pink Clouds

are these survivors

from a murder of clouds

or your cheeks reflecting

a mirrored sun

and if you were not here

would the clouds still be pink

or their pure selves 

marrying earth

and sky

and if your hand reached into these sandy hills

would it touch the warm stones

the thirsting flower 
struggling to be

what you are 
to me

these pink clouds

jppestana

5.5.2018

pink clouds