A FLOATING SABOT CLOUD

a weighty sabot like a clunky inside that cloud a floating block of wood or a crusty ciabatta like a wooden shoe, a clog a wind driven sky-cloud rests spirits and charms the mind while watching it roll in then collapsing on the glide like folklore klompendansen in the Netherlands in the streets with the klompen dancers with high kicks in wooden clogs dance in soles made from ash wood,  tapping toes with moving ankles and heels on wood in the streets at Tulip Time Festival but now in the sky outside my window that moving sky festival thinking of quaint villages, windmills flowers, fish and  cheese, runaway rosters and brooding hens with men in boats fishing those carp water lakes