Free Gifts Poem by Joe Duvernay

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.

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Joe Duvernay

Joe Duvernay

Frazier Park, California
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