Couture for Cloud Beings – A Poem
by Ama Danesi
To think I could be invisible
relieved from this pall of doom
Dressed in a mass of veils –
and adorn the skies
and drenched in heaven’s pearls.
To go where divine ball-gowns are made
with silver lining corsets,
with stitches – the thinnest threads of sparkling stars.
How I would be tickled pink –
to wear a cloud someday.
Ama Danesi 