“Rise to greater heights”, they say:
“Face the rising sun each day
Full of courage. Everyone
Look–enjoy the rising sun!”
So I tried, but who can see
Through a garment factoree?
I moved; the view was quite unmarred
But for Walton’s Lumberyard,
A billboard’s jarring, lying item,
And on and on, ad infinitum;
But when the sky-line finally broke,
I saw… the locomotives’ smoke.
I’ll never see the sun unless
I take an ocean trip, I guess.
Then I suppose, ‘tween me and you,
That CLOUDS will quite obstruct the view.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 10, 1944
