Buildings stand as solid as ghosts might in the morning mist
I pray today my students will understand the material, the gist
I hear the soft pattering of raindrops but see only clouds
While red bicycles and cars soundlessly move around
Car horns and engines become louder than nature
And so the fog just contains the noise of humanity’s picture
Taking it all under the wing of a vague, weeping dove
The sun must be on vacation with the moon
Because there is no gold in the pockets of the sky at noon
However, despite the absence, the day wears on and is still bright
But does that mean I won’t be able to see the moon tonight?
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