How will the day end?
Stumbling along,
It grey, what's the matter?
Your sky is all wrong!
Licking at rainbows,
Appertain to —
Irreverent looking
Under my shoe.
Day, if I have to,
Sing your sad song
Give me a blue sky
Somewhere along!
Woodpecker clatter
Punctures a noon,
Nature is listening
A little will do.
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