Fair Weather


My friend for now is Edison.
He showed the way
To turn the night into day.

He has made the sun rise in the west
And set in the east.
He has created a kind of wind-
resistant ambience.

But, I curse him in a thunderstorm
When the lights go out.
That is when Ben Franklin is
my new friend.

To him I type a letter
Of gratitude.

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