by Ugo Okwuadigbo

poem of the week
Quickly Moving Clouds
The clouds are moving so quickly.
They’re still if I don’t look at them,
but the second they have my attention,
they speed up.
As if my eye
irked it. As if my gaze
pushed it away.
Why do the clouds move so quickly?
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