Untitled Cloud Poem

A small but well-made cloud
has chased the western ridge
of Stone Mountain for days,

white and green with bits of blue
patching in hours reduced by late
summer's orbit into September.

I think the cloud may stay
through the now cooling
nights as well, enjoying the
darkness as all lovers will.

Their time together clearly
has a limit as a cloud will
and must go and generally
sooner than later but today
the small well-made cloud

stays, just a little bit longer.