Cloudy whisps of pink,grey and white
too dark for day, too mellow for night.
blocking out sun, filtering in light
At this hour, we scurry with fright...
Back into the suburb, the shtetl and barrio
Driving at 50, ears blasting radio
Or out on the sidewalk, amidst a faint haze....
men push and shove, each an obstacle maze
The day is over.
What's done is done.
Atoms fall proportionate to mass.
And clouds and people...drift.
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