whenever lonely turns to singing
cold remains at 4 o’clock
and though the hint is t’ward an amber
dullness weighs in, don’t you know
yet the far lit features over
whether rain or slow repose
will always take a glance for free
to make such veritable movie show
but wait, for stirrings signal wise
could have been so different here
where the tumbler fills with fresh
and more to splash a tepid smile
cannot resist a breaking sky
as to the paints do wind and blaze
more of yester, none remain
when 4 o’clock stayed here a while
©17th May 2010 Hey Hey
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