But then—
the very next
day—the sun came again;
yellow
by
way
of burnt orange
by
burst
of bright born-
again magenta—
and it shone—warm;
the same
simple perfect
circle—from the other day.
Only,
now—
little things about the disc
irked him;
the ardor
such a
juxtaposition
of shades seemed to inspire,
and the over-
simplicity
of the shape—and so on.
And then too—the prodigious
height
and weight
of the very
thought of
day-after-day
truly began
to dawn
in his mind,
and he suddenly kind-
of wished
he'd drawn—
the whole dumb thing a little differently.
