Sun presses its face
against gray clouds-- afternoons
this May are so cold.
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Clouds of varied shades
of blue and white -- towering
puffs! They seem like God.
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Outlines of palm trees
warm gray in the Spring blue sky--
a white gull passes.
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Cheerful round finch hops
here and there, nestling in dirt,
flying up to sky.
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In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.
