They Rolled In

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

A clear blue sky

And the clouds come rolling in.



And white.

They block the view of anything beyond,

Crowd in and hide our town

From anything beyond.

They came years ago,

Have never left.

We all wonder

Is it for protection,

Or something else?

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