Lenticular clouds ☁️

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"Salt air, and the rust on your door
I never needed anything more"

-Taylor Swift, August

We walked into lenticular clouds,
where parrots dance in rhythm with bygone seasons,
feathers replaced by celestial embers,
we chased after their meteor trails on our final evening.

Our gazes skyward, avoiding each other's glance,
your birth is marked by peaches bursting with blossom,
under a canopy of fresh asphalt and tar,
and up until now, the ebony trees remind you that you've reached this far.

(Inspired by Summer Haibun written by Aimee Nezhukumatathil!!!)

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