On sunny days I like angels.

On rainy days I like devils.

On some sunny days I like devils.

On some rainy days I like angels.

On all sunny days I like angels.

On all sunny days I like devils.

On all rainy days I like angels.

On all rainy days I like devils.

Sometimes I am one.

Or the other.

Other times I pretend. Or dress up.

Other times, its someone in the mirror,

or over my shoulder.

Sometimes you are.

I prefer both.

Red or Cold.

Heaven and Hell.

Both, below and above,

from the East they come.

Dig down or rise high.

It’s a position I’m always in.

A debate I continue every day.

Sunny or rainy.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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