A day can kill you. We know that.
Some in the summer are too hot,
While some in winter slay with cold.
This one's neither: dreary, cloudy.
Windless, it is somewhat warm,
And dry, despite its threat of rain.
Unlike its fierce and lethal brethren,
This day will endanger no one,
Being, itself, dead.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-07-25 at 19:29
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