.Who cremated the morning
And sprinkled it over my forehead?
It's not a day of worship
Unless I haven't got the facts straight.
I can see from my window
The sprinklers shooting like cool rubber bands
And
The grass reaches out like so many hungry hands
Like so many hung.
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