it's plain,
without salt, without
seasoning.
not quite without
taste,
but just barely.
it's that kind of day.
non eventful,
a yawn,
a stretch, a peek
out the window
at the shadowed
sky filled with rain.
it's a book you've
read,
a movie seen.
it's the museum of weather
where nothing
has changed.
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