Good Timing

On Christmas Day, midday, I traveled east,
from company and glee to solitude.
I felt the love but, still, to be released,
released in me sweet thanks quite unpursued.
The sky shone blue although the chance increased
for storm. I walked the empty streets and viewed
with pleasure solo legs to my domain.
Ten minutes home, the heavens loosed hard rain.

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