One day the sun drove her Alfa Romeo Spider convertible
with the top down
all over Seattle.
The clouds decided by consensus
that Sunny's brilliance was quite attractive.
They packed their drums and brass horns
into an old volkswagen van and followed her.
When Sunny saw them she sped behind the Cascade Mountains
because she never found security with musicians.
In their grief the clouds cried.
See their tears on the pavement
underneath rush hour traffic.
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