Out Loud

Through the clouds around us –
scribbling.
Above the clouds above –
erasure.

A crow caws twice
in the face of choice.
Too much of it and
we are frozen.

A trampling idea
brooks no thought.
A trembling child does
not want a lot.

A fish behind glass
tries to look busy.
A curious photographer
snaps furiously.

A young man all alone
scans the crowd.
An old man all alone
thinks out loud.

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