Faces

Clouds are similes high
with fluffy gobs
as marshmallow puffs

I share a smile – an ice cream
too and my friends are
laughing with me

and we stare with eyes
as huge magnifying glasses

bulbs of light floating
drops dripping
all over me – smacking my
arm and the mess

from a sea gull who
happened by
in spite of my outdoor glee.
I laugh with the memory.

© Richard L. Provencher