Whirling, wispy whirlpools of vapor
crowding, wavy, rolling to the edge
Twisting, turning, soft, layered,
fine cotton dust
They crowd in upon each other
And then sweep up in a delicate storm
Turning over rising steeply,
curling forward
As waves upon a sea of clouds
Running in arranged row upon row,
A harmonic musical movement
Then they’re gentle, elegant ballerinas
competing for attention
Spectacular wisps of vapor.
And then sudden so, poof, gone
In a disappearing act.
A magician’s trick?
An optical illusion?
No, again no
Still more vapors, wisps,
and cottony trills
Everywhere, covering a lake of glass.
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