To Daily Chores
On the ride to daliy chores,
As clouds their bellowing did
I thought of when I'd seen her last.
Then a streamer of the Sun
Caught me in the eyea,
I thought of when last we spoke
While wondering with ardent sighs.
The worK progressed with steady speed
Till afternoon was bright,
A segment of a rainbow arched.
Her thoughts came with the night.
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