Sweet Nothing

Sweet Nothing lived for ‘morrow

Plenty lived today

And when she saw him walking

Dressed in scarlet – she in gray

She’d whisper to the children

And fly above the sky

And flap her wings and shudder

And stay up past bed-time

She’d deplore the clouds with rain

So thunder felt distraught

And offer words with wisdom

And loosen what was taut

She was silent when he’d be talking

And forget her parasol

Yet laugh when he was sombre

And ride his carrousel

And when his sun was tired

And his avenue deprived

‘Sweet Nothing’ felt redemption

and ‘Plenty’ felt contrite

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