Black belligerent clouds in sight
They pass
Rain will drop when it does
Leaves near scattering colors
So soon they will seek the ground.
I sit warm and mellowing
Gazing at finished creations
That are made of
Brick, wood, metal and glass.
I see a man walking.
I notice his white shirt and tie,
My thoughts flicker
Changing
Eateries, grocery stores, church.
A good day.
Clouds slide
A moment found
Peace.
Sipping coffee.

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