this isn't how I planned for

my life to look like," I whispered

under my breath as I walked to my car

"tell me about it,"

an eavesdropping cloud

replied to me from above

I looked up and watched

the cloud billow between looking

like a dove and an open hand

the cloud continued:

"I used to be a snowfield in Montana.

I used to be a dewdrop kiss on a lily.

I used... See more