I finally know what cloud formation it was that inspired this poem 30 years ago. Having grown up in the highlands of Mexico, I was accustomed to the look of clouds spilling over a mountain range. The SHELF CLOUD formation can mimic that look even in the flat lands of Texas. Knowing this does not diminish the longing I have for the real thing, be it here and now or there and ever. (The background photo was a free-to-use download from Pixabay; wish I could take credit for it!).
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