Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
I looked towards the sun one fine day
and felt it shine on my face.
The heat of it penetrated deeply
but it soon fell out of place.
A large cloud covered her
and my face lost the glow.
I stayed waiting for the cloud to move.
I watched from way below.
And in the waiting time I thought
'the sun is waiting too.'
And the cloud must have read our minds
because the sun came shining through.
Now if the cloud can read minds
she knows I don't like shade.
She'll find another path to take
and a compromise will be made.
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