Epiphany - Poem by Bill Grace
Epiphanies are never planned
Soft evening light upon a yellow wall
Child and children vaulting in the mall
Untucked T shirts that say it all
I hate to break her play
For epiphanies are never planned
And have their beauty once you see.
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