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Like a sentry posted at my desk
I glance through my steel rimmed window
at a magnificent sky
with a blue that changes from light to dark
with streaks of cloud
that shield the wakening day

This blue, no mind could create
not mixed and placed on canvas
and just could not be done
so solitary and fleeting
as the sun shatters its hues
and sends it fading into day
until the morning comes again
and God’s palette holds sway