This morning's blue is so lucid
After last night's crashing rain
As if some argument had been resolved
Between earth and heaven
About going their separate ways
Is it obtuse to think of them
As lovers who struggle
To valorize each day
The blue is so pure now
The ground is so green
And me their feeble invention
Standing in between
Is it childish to feel
So grateful and relieved
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