Recto:

One of those days. The snow is falling soundless
out of a grey and uneventful sky.
A day for calling friends from times gone by?—
each one I try stays hidden in the boundless

wilderness of restless  Sunday si-
lence.  Floods, a sinking pound, less job provision—
the usual run of news on  televison—
groundless reasons for concern or high

time for despairing? Or decision! Reach an
arm  out, you can fly, your spring is wound! Less
imprecision! Let the word resound! Less
fun, short??-term, maybe, but clearer vision.


Verso:

One of those days. The snow is falling
soundless out of a grey and un-
eventful sky. A day for calling

friends from times gone by?—each one
I try stays hidden in the boundless
wilderness of restless  Sun-

day silence.  Floods, a sinking pound, less
job provision—the usual run
of news on  televison—groundless

reasons for concern or high
time for despairing? Or decision!
Reach an arm out, you can fly,

your spring is wound! Less imprecision!
Let the word resound! Less fun,
short??-term, maybe, but clearer vision.