A Certain Zest

When the sun breaks free from chasing

clouds and finds its

way to open

sky, a smile

plays across the face of land and

trees before it

fades away. Those

bright moments come

and go, adding a certain zest

to the fatigue

of sun or shade

in strong excess.

                                         JDG

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