Cloud Surveyor

Hope cannot be bound and chained 

to stone paths or brick walls.

She does not live 

behind closed doors.

No potted plants

can tame her.

She mounts the stairs,

a brilliant blast of light

that leaves eyes tearing,

as she rises through the clouds

to castles in the sky.

inspired by:

https://livingpoetry.net/2024/08/12/monday-poetry-prompt-meteor/

and

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/08/12/what-do-you-see-249-august-11-2024/

and the prompt, cloud surveyor, in the Garden of Neuro Poetry Circle

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/mind-twist-monday-081224?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

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