Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Sometimes I choose a cloud and let it

cross the sky floating me away.
cross the sky floating me away.
cross the sky floating me away.
Or a bird unravels its song and carries me
Or a bird unravels its song and carries me
as it flies deeper and deeper into the woods. —William Stafford
as it flies deeper and deeper into the woods.
—William Stafford

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