The Found Poem

The clouds laugh at me,

But I could not see,

The sky so bright, metaphorically.

Beautiful affliction, a joke in the play,

Synchronized seconds of comedy.

A grand plan ready, a moment before eight,

When surprised the car met us and drove to the gate.

Watching a romantic movie, and literally

Several hours a flight to within the city.

Too bright for her eyes, a gesture like mine,

The moment emerged and our life stayed in line.

I could not hear whatever it was,

So for a while, it was just us:

Mom, myself, and Augustus

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