Dear God,
PLEASE
let the
SUN
come out
for more than a few hours
at a time.
We are so cold,
it has been so wet,
but what’s worse
is this constant gray.
Your people are pensive,
we are taking longer naps,
even our dogs
are sleeping
more.
When we’re awake
we reflect on our misery,
all we want to do is
eat and cry
and go back to sleep.
Your people are peevish,
Work has become impossible,
and play is fraught with
misunderstandings.
Dear God,
It’s time for him,
that son-of-a-bitch,
and you know who,
to let her go
so she can start
climbing
the
ladder.
There are thirty-one rungs,
and even then,
it’s just her February head we’ll see –
a breathless crocus,
YES,
but we must warm the soil.
So, if you PLEASE,
Dear God,
a little more
!SUN!
Photo from apathyisbliss
Friday, January 18, 2008
