the only square cloud i have seen is your suspended bed drifting within stepladder range. you dragged me aboard and we spent the afternoon playing two naked angels taking a tumble, heading for a fall. we spent the evening sharing the same rosey breath, knitting our eyelashes and weaving our hair until we slept. we climbed down in the morning much later than our waking, ex-angels joining the world. tender feet on solid ground, we tethered your cloud for keeping for the afternoons.