This poem is made out of nothing
so how can it begin?
There are so many directions
this poem might take —
which one?
What is the mood of this poem?
It seems uncertain.
The message, then?
Indeterminate as clouds
drifting and shape-shifting through the air.
Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 3: a tentative poem
Wow!
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