[the epigraph is cheesy, and sentiment is too. I can't always be sad or bitter, though it makes for more palatable poetry. I think the epigraph is, in a way, my attempt to make the psalm more than a 3rd Day lyric.]
I just edited this. in parentheses is the added bit, in brackets the bit I took out.
Psalm 36
the morning was clear and cold
my steps were stern and quick
on the way to the bus stop
I listened to punk rock
bitter funny lyrics
echoed in me
I scowled at my reflection
in the window of the bank
but the clouds were pink
against a baby-blue sky
that faded into shades of cream
with the sun peaking out
from between condo buildings
the scowl fled (and)
I took out my headphones
[to acknowledge
the love poem
on the horizon.]
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