When mornings of gray
Follow blue day
Clouds break & wander
While those below ponder
Colour relations
& not those of race
But internal sensations
Brought on by space
Be not so swayed
By music that’s played
Keep your heart steady
For you are its meter
& Surely not ready
To be its defeater.
These couplets are contagious
Making me more courageous
To challenge my timing
For sharp metric rhyming.
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