A Friday Afternoon (through emily-colored glasses)
Affronted by
the queer "Achoo"
of a pigeon
suffering from the flu,
I galumphed,
mud squelching in my shoe
from a puddle
unwisely ambled through.
The day was warm;
the sky was blue.
I passed a girl
I thought I knew
gone lemon-faced;
the world seemed rude
to her; but listen:you'll hear
that nimbus "moo,"
and the rain is milk
and honey.