By Vivi Sojorhn This is wrong to say, but There will be no photos today of Sunshine It is not inexplicable. Because we can hardly breathe in the lightness of the sunshine with no color, no rainbows on file, no oxygen up here there is a horrid Springtime. I said it. The wind is so harsh a cyclist Is taking life into the handlebars And throwing it up to dust That and my little dog is Crying coal particulate matter.
