From "Chrones and Maxims

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Now winter's gone. Most like Afghanese turqouise
The light that shines from cold and lofty skies,
I'm going down to the shipyard on the river,
And woman dressed in worker's quilted jacket
And gauntlets, climbes up the hoisting crane,
And other one, a sot, blue from hangover,
Is talking most profoundly to the cat,
And two great chimneys rising o'er the river,
Guild up the sky with three-dimensional smoke.
It's fine. Perhaps, it is a bit too chilly,
But better, as it is, than yesterday...

© Katy J. Trend