Your bounty paints
The whole sky
In another morning
Feast for the eyes
And soul.
I want to stay in the moment
And savour
This delight.
Those
Around me
Seem oblivious.
The moment passes
And I am grateful again
For your grace.
I cannot know others’ workings
Yet I wonder:
How are they fed?
livedgospel 
I donât think you wrote this watching the Eels v North Queensland?
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No, that would be called “slow motion train wreck”!!!