A Month of Saturdays

Within a month of Saturdays
Along the walks of glee,
She set her pastel colors off
To find inerrancy.

She chalked one up for whimsy,
And another one for blues,
In gardens she drew on the ground
And on the avenues.

The birds and clouds all envied her
I know, I saw her there —
A month of Saturdays in one
With angels in

Her hair

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