Angels in a blue stream they make their
Swimming pool—
Airplanes fly overhead with stewardesses
Like cousins leaping over
The housewives—
The daylight an ambivalent net of color
With otters swimming against
The backyards in the
Middle of the school day:
I have seen them because I could learn
Nothing more
Than a few heated words—
The metamorphosis in the clouds.
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