One Rainy Summer Day

A roaring jet engine in the morning,
A voice distorter by noon:
Gigantic, beating bee wings became
A buzzing barber’s tool.
Then, a floundering helicopter,
No, a demonic dentist’s drill
Was transformed into a spaceship
That hovered, dark and still.
In the evening, it was a tornado,
And at night, it was a song,
A lullaby and soft goodbye
To daydreams already gone.


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