Clouds

A seer speaks to ears of refusal

who see with eyes of glazed over avariciousness

taking in the smoke

billowing through lips that kiss only in lust


students of life

who have missed the lessons

for the ground is in tremble

the print too fine


pages of humanity are written in the clouds

if only one imagines...


the laughter of nature

or dip one's toe into hearts that cry


bruised souls

dot the desert floor

the closed eyes never see beyond their view

unaware of the soul within the body


we dismiss the quatrains as just a riddle

ignore their accuracy
                                                               

throw banquets for the rich

starve the hungry

dismiss evil

call it insanity


Do you see the beauty within clouds

or what man calls "progress"

dieing on the desert floor