sun begins
to melt the thin
layer of yesterday’s
rain frozen over night
and it changes right
before eyes
twenty-five minutes
of steam escaping
the clutches of gravity
sun begins
to warm everything
around sky is clear
and as blue as it ever
appears not a plane
overhead this morning
sun begins
to melt into smiles
from the youngest
trying to figure it all out
no one truly knows
why but there are many
stories that keep
the tradition alive
this morning sun warms
the page the hand
and the face
painting thoughts
on the wall
and as time passes
like shadows
the paintings change
before eyes all day…
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