The sky is a vague memory of blue
The rain incessant, unheeding
Even the telephone wires seem to hang
sad and limp
A grey day
A morbid day
A day for Sylvia Plath
and Anne Sexton
But...
Somewhere,
a loved one is healing,
becoming whole
Each new day a blessing
Every day a new miracle
Somewhere,
a friend is waiting
for a hug, a shared meal
Love expressed in
Saffron rice, herbed potatoes
Chicken vindaloo
And a chocolate raspberry streusel bar
Somewhere, someone is falling in love.
Grey day.
But pink feelings,
Pink, pink feelings.
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