As I start to drive
Fiery sun starts to rise
This morning, July.
Under cloudy sky
No birds fly to greet my drive
Not sure sun will shine.
Cornfields both roadsides
Corn stalks more than shoulder high
Flowers show their pride.
I look at the sky
New sun doesn't blind my eyes
I have pleasant drive.
NHIEN NGUYEN MD
7/13/2017
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