Under the Weather
Behold another dismal day, progenitor of desperation. See the one
Who suffers through it, seeming to get smaller with each circuit
Of the second hand. Some warmth might halt his diminution.
Sunlight could cause him to grow, but neither figures in the forecast.
He may disappear.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-03-27 at 16:38
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