(for Doug Palmer)

Love those pastel popcorn clouds in your paintings
at the Gathering Place and Little Dog cafe’.
Small, uniform, dancing across the sky.
Some seem to smile the same wry smile
I’d see on your face as you walked by.

There were other clouds in your life, I gather,
larger  lower, random, glowering.
I hope they’re gone now, and you’ve found the joy
you gave me whenever I gazed on those perfect popcorn clouds.


~Rick Wile