Free Gifts

The long view through the clouds.
Not noticed by kids playing games below.
Or by cat scampering across your lawn.
Nor by you in your in-doors escape
or your too early, mid-day yawn. But there it is...
way through that patch to the one beyond.
A variety not captured by any other day
at any other hour.
Yours aplenty.
On the run.

by Joe Duvernay

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