The days are beautiful.
The days are beautiful.
I know what days are.
The other is weather.
I know what weather is.
The days are beautiful.
The sound of the weather
Is everyone weeping.
Where is tomorrow?
Everyone will weep.
Tomorrow was yesterday.
Today is weather.
The rain is ashes.
The days are beautiful.
Here is the robe
That smells of the night
Here is the bridge
Over the water
Here is the place
Where the sun came up
Here is a season
Dry in the fireplace.
Here are the ashes.
The days are beautiful.
—condensed from the poem "Hum," by Ann Lauterbach.
