From one of those moving pictures you see,
I took a wee bit of the clouds and the sky and
put them in my pocket book.
Later in the day
the way the day goes on and things go wrong
and one longs for a bit of beauty,
I looked in my pocket book and took out from
within,
the clouds and the sky which gave me somewhere and
something to lie on and
I on reflection reflected upon this and saw nothing
amiss with the way that things were.