The sky is a solid grey,
can’t even find the sun.
No hint of where
it should be.
I know it’s there,
I think so anyway,
floating out in space
...somewhere.
Meanwhile, back on earth,
back here in my town,
my balcony,
such a dreary day:
cold, damp, melancholy;
a day for coffee and blankets;
a day for lovers, or loneliness.
Even yesterday’s spring buds,
new, pretty pale green,
seem weary today,
or perhaps they’re just
unfocused
in this grey-ish light.
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