Sun is too happy.
I thought they would empathize
with gloomy grayness.
Sad strains of guitar
wails from digital radio.
Play that song once more!
Father is dying
on the other side of Earth—
I am left helpless.
Godfather love theme
slices through thick, moody air;
makes it even worse.
Sadness is but masked
by my exhilaration,
overt happiness.
Gray skies have come back
with wind and torrential rain.
They have been my friends.
