Saturday, March 16, 2019

poem of the day March 16


The way the sun
streamed through
the east door window
to open the long farm table
with a rushing light wave
illuminated a pair of glasses
left the night before
in such a haphazard way
that its shadow spelled
out a good morning "Hi"
Was this randomness
Or a greeting from the sky?

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