For One

creamed clouds

whipped into azure blue

reflected

dipped in deep spun pools

on a day perfected

by quietude

stirred

with the tip of a swans feather

on a warm afternoon

cooled by the riverside breeze

beneath hundred years old trees

taken home

and consumed

as the light starts to fall

in a dark empty room

for one

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