The Cloudy Veins by Julian D. Woodruff

The cloud stretched out in streaky veins

Beneath the morning sun,

Or else, perhaps, like streams from rains

In days before begun.

One vein reached out and chucked a chin

that followed close behind;

Which seemed the purpose of that thin,   

and most beguiling line.

Away floated the pair, and I

So far below them knew   

That soon they’d vanish from the sky,

To nature being true.

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