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Blue Joy

Out of gray
came a bright blue
He sat upon my window sill
and for an instant—no
more than a ray of sun
in the whirl of time—we
stared at one another.

He then lifted his blue wings
and gently returned to the gray.

I combed my hair.
I brushed my teeth.
I dressed.
I then had my morning lemon
and went off to work.

And when the gray had
gone to yellow and from
yellow to a soft mellow
brown, I gathered my
things and rushed home.

I wanted to see if he had
come again with evening time.


I could not really say.

Perhaps, this is what
loneliness can come to.