Passing Clouds

Footsteps hit me without warning

A walk through revolving doors, pressing pause

Finger and thumb picture frames release borrowed images not meant for public viewing

Orange shadows that line underbellies of passing clouds emit warmth that I gladly embrace and take in

Absorbing my father’s voice creates a balance of calm

A deep breath rids the turbulence of inner tornadoes

I walk out the door knowing I’m not alone

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