cloud

the late afternoon
     baked and burnt
soft and clear
the sky, too blue
buildings, shadowed
   or glowing
trees, rustling
     --a cool snatch
ambling through
  the leaves--
  from the tang
almost like wine
the rising warmth
   suffuses
clear-headed, I
know the sky passes
over the ground
     comes down to it
I walk, where
the clouds were, recently