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Three Jellyfish

Three jellyfish hung above her, their

tentacles hanging

down her lank hair, their

gelatinous bodies moving

swaying in the breeze. Behind them the

sky was blue and forever deep.

There was a single cloud, a puff,

high off to the right of her

particular sky.

This, too, was slowly moving,

in this case, steadily

to the right,

or west. The hovering, floating disks

slowly gave way to gravity

wafted down

settling beside her.

She lay there drowsing.

thoughts wandered this way and

that. Her leg itched. An ant restlessly

picked his way across her thigh.

She slept.