61. Uncloudy Day

My son has a superstition:

cloudless days are bad days

(hence, half a lifetime of bad days

 

for this Central Texas boy).

He came with us, this uncloudy day,

to see the place where Mom will be

 

buried. But when Dad reached the right

spot, my son pointed to the lone cloud

in the vast winter sky.

Go right ahead.

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