Clouds drift by like thoughts, tangling in the synthesis of sky. I walk along the dappled path, where road meets soft ground,
rooted in the endless, compelling forth the song of wind and wandering wings, and the world in colors true.
- AR Ammons
Clouds drift by like thoughts, tangling in the synthesis of sky. I walk along the dappled path, where road meets soft ground,
rooted in the endless, compelling forth the song of wind and wandering wings, and the world in colors true.