Clouds bask across its heights <br />with the demeanour of a flaneur <br />sautering on the steps of the opera house <br />in a certain southern city. <br /> <br />Never mind that it rains, <br />the water absorbed or cast <br />towards the Pacific Ocean, <br />at the very least it is water.<br /><br />Phillip Ellis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mount-warning-for-adam-aitken/
