September / A Beautiful Day

On the other side of the window,
the wrathful solar eye glares
at the heaped scoops of spongy gray.
Crows are neatly tucked into
the depths of bare mango trees.
Long strings of glistening traffic
trickle over potholes and a dead rat.
Pedestrians sweat globules of frustration
the size of missing pavement tiles.
A graying newspaper wraps itself
around the slick bottom of a lamp post.
A disapproving wind wrenches it away
as it wheezes past; the smell of rain
trails behind it like a forgotten promise.
It’s too beautiful a day to be unhappy.


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