A Delicate Delivery
rows of white cotton balls roared
delicate, feathery, they swelled
up in the sky, dark clouds spread
out their legs, hidden was a seed,
little whispers about their abdomens
were that they were hasty distensions
but the pregnant clouds were heedless
heavy with rain, they were ready and reckless
maybe there was love, they went into labor
there were prayers for a delivery that was sober
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