turned his car
around,
went back and took a
picture
of the clouds for me.
of the clouds for me.
I didn’t ask him
to.
I wasn’t even with
him.
I didn’t see those
clouds.
I wouldn’t have
missed them.
I was on his mind,
he noticed the
clouds,
and I was important
enough to him
that he went back
and took a picture for me.
by: Paula D. Nevison
by: Paula D. Nevison
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