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It is the first sunny Tuesday in four weeks.
Little old ladies in heavy sweaters wander around looking baffled.
I saw a woman walk down the aisle of the bus with a half-eaten strawberry.
No one can quite believe it.
I am hot in my T-shirt and jeans
I am a child, looking around in wonder
The sky is a ferocious blue only seen in poems.
Splashes of color assault me everywhere.
Today I am a poet, an actor, an artist.
The bus driver whistles a nameless tune.
A motorcyclist hurriedly takes off his leather jacket.