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Depression wraps a blanket of fog
around my shoulders.
The morning refuses
to wake up.
When the sun finally
puts a finger through the clouds
a rainbow momentarily
arcs across the gloom.
Then the sky turns blue.
A stately liquid amber
brightly colored, shivers slightly,
shakes leaves on to the sidewalk.
I climb out of the hole in the couch
with a smile.