Upstairs - By Dan'l MclLhenny


Where birds fly 


Sky gets blue 

April surprises, 

Wets us clear through 

As sensitive passers-by 

Have their good cry 

Doing sometimes, what clouds do 

When heavy shows confounding gray 

Mr. Sun heads forever west 

Does his peekaboo best to play! 

Upstairs in that loose-fitting space 

Where there’s no place for rest

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