I am not a poet. But this poem popped into my head one morning, years and years ago. I tweak it a bit every year or two, usually while I'm slowly coming awake, taking my morning shower. I share it with you for today's Friday Zen:
A fleet of clouds sailed slowly by
The sun igniting the weary sky
The colors bled
The night time fled
And we as witnesses, you and I
Happy Friday Zen, everyone. I promise, no more poems.
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