Yellow bubbles
Suddenly the world appeared plain
and people's faces, gray rained smears;
I ordered a pepperoni pizza again,
Sunday noon order with a couple of beers!
I recalled a friend of years before,
(one of Emily Dickinson, poetic types) ,
dancing in rain, walking on shore,
watching on sunsets the color stripes.
I am pizza stricken! Is this my fate?
Is it a precognition of what to come?
Above me low, black clouds of late,
turned me to chew a huge bubble gum.
The accumulated rain restarted to pour,
the moment I thought of our e-mailing;
my carelessness denied an umbrella or
a yellow raincoat I have for sailing.
Heedless I began, alone to whistle,
an America song with uncommon lyrics
(making huge bubbles in the mizzle) ,
a curious seagull became your silent cyrix.
Walking in the hazy grayish scenery,
my huge yellow bubbles made a contrast;
Proudly they adorned the greenery,
of olive trees in line, deployed and amassed.
Rained people around me started to smile,
watching my yellow bubbles exploding,
so happy in the mizzle were and versatile,
like the daffodils of this gray molding.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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