Clouds
Now I feel
and love
the subtle,
seductive light
of your gifts.
Clouds,
simply clouds
in changing shapes,
a windswept, living painting
of air and water
and light.
Thank you.
Who's to say
if anyone on this God-forsaken freeway
got it while driving?
Surely they must have said,
at least,
"What a day,"
while changing lanes
at high speed.
But I saw -
and followed -
Your gifts.
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