Seahorse


Shapes are forming
into a game of Tetris.
Falling from all directions
like the stars in the galaxy.
They come in different bizarre size
and some have wacky colors.
I watch them turn, twist and warp.
Sometimes I see nothing.
Sometimes I see anatomy in the clouds.
Gathering them like a collector,
day by day, night by night
I am winning the game.
Like a seahorse that floats in the cloud.





Seahorse
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