two for naught, with a tinge of glowing affect

the sky tonight, Matthew-catholic

rains like real men cry

blues shed their macho b.s.

grey interlaced

sun lost somewhere

in the thick grove

of gulls and electric wire, crucified

------

it's okay

the cold, a little damp

in the spring air

brings back the recognition

that life is not always cheerful

all will not last

indeed, happiness

as illusory as suffering

cannot be willed

or worked for, bought

or caught, but only received

as it passes, a dense forest

giving way to a cloudless sky

over a field and a pond

through the window

of a speeding train