Grey,
Boy; it's
Grey,
Every
Day.

Might
You
Find
Something
More
Peaceful
Than
Still
Dark
Clouds
Hung
Over
Head?

Pall,
Boy; it's
A pall on the
World when the
Sun cannot
Smile on
You, look for
You, bless
You with
Radical
Arcs passing
Into and
Out of
Your
Life.

rjw, 7/30/97


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