Clouds by Ed Beller

Clouds

Pink clouds
Like massive sails of unseen boats
Move slowly over the East River.
Caught at a glance between office towers
Their windows darting back late afternoon sun.
Why do I suddenly remember
My childhood friend's mother
Whose kiss as I fell asleep in her home
Was a warm rush of grown up body smell, perfume, and wine?

{Poem by Ed Beller}