Riding The Cloud
By
Bruce Clifford
We see the world from when we were young.
A different place.
You can’t erase the memory of you and I.
We touch the air that we taste and see.
A cosmic eye.
Across the divide and all the places in between.
All the traces of this cosmic extreme.
Dancing across the open sea.
Riding the cloud of gravity.
We see the world from when we were new.
A safer place.
You can’t escape what’s left of us.
We touch the earth and the immortal space.
A familiar face.
You can’t erase the memory of you and I.
7/2/2025 Bruce Clifford
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