I am home from picking the boys up from their Nana’s house. My Love and…
the sun
today began weary with rain. i would
describe the shades of gray; the cold of
the rain; But something Happened. the
sun Happened. the sun started painting
against the gray like an abstract expressionist
throwing colors at the day, spoiling the drab
and letting the art shape itself. this piece of
art called today has become its own symbol —
a memorial. the sun is always Happening.
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