Looking through the window An overcast day Your eyes glaze over For just a moment The sun peeks through the clouds Light filters down Shadows are erased Gloom leaves as your eyes clear A small deer walks by With wet shanks Possibly from the lake Where a drink was taken Small birds fly by The cardinal lights upon a small tree Its red matches an apple Resting on the ledge of another window Looking out the front door I see the propane truck driving out my driveway I know without looking that My vacation fund has just dwindled I sit back down and Look out the window With hope that something is there to see That will put me back in my groove Stanski May 25, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 