Yesterday the sky was blue;
Today it’s awash with clouds and gray,
Which is not to say that makes the world
Less beautiful, though possibly
Less distracting — either way,
There’s still work to be done:
A lawn to mow, a garden to weed,
A poem to write, a protest to be made.
Gray skies make it easier to do;
A blue sky makes me long to stop and be.
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