I'll think back to this afternoon
when heading west from town
the sky was bluer than I think
it's ever been before. Each cloud
high above, a masterpiece,
and swaying slightly in the driver's
seat to something from the 70s,
I had a moment that I'll tuck away
and pull out when the skies are
gray and gloomy and there's
nothing on the radio I know.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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