Wednesday, Noon

The morning poured out simple,
Lukewarm water,
Milk so white
It hazes blue.

Traffic growls and foams,
An early warning.
The vulgar angry sun
Now arrogantly blasts away
All shade,
The very baby sky.
The cubicle proves acid,
Firehose,
Unsheltered bombing run.

Her smile's lemonade.

- 10/21/26

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