Lost Color Returned
By GC SMITH
Azure sky gives way
to pewtered rain
banshee winds
and whirling tornados
embedded in hurricane
Sunny disposition,
golden happiness,
soon surrenders to
the bluest of
blue funks
Suffer depth
of downer
brought forth by
nature’s demons
to paralyze your soul
Yet, fretful blues
soon yield
as a sunshaft’s
golden ray
relights this day
(Pray if you will
or cross fingers
for Louisiana and N’Awlins
to be spared
Gustav’s wrath)
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