This day
Sky is brilliant
blue
The blackest clouds
Showers of bad omens
gone
Rounds of white gray
puffs
Climbing off my
cigar
Orbiting street lamps
Is this a Zorba the
Greek dance
Or my joy floating
off
Gyrations heard not seen
Saying thank you bless you my Lord
Here I come again
Free on bail
Surfing and puffing
Free till next wave
Lesson learned
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