Wild gods behind clouds too thin to rain
linger at dusk in brilliant sprays of sun,
stir the senses yet as the first wave
of one more, dark armada shades tomorrow
and the next day—our reprieve from the heat
of another summer in the San Joaquin.
Wild gods behind clouds too thin to rain
linger at dusk in brilliant sprays of sun,
stir the senses yet as the first wave
of one more, dark armada shades tomorrow
and the next day—our reprieve from the heat
of another summer in the San Joaquin.
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I love the rays of light filtering through the clouds
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