How different the days are from each other!
How strange the way the sky veers back and forth
From sunny clarity to cloudy smother,
To ponderous black rain, then to some fourth
As yet unknown but still expected state
That may not be predicted from the past;
For in this city time will obfuscate
So only unpredictable things last.
I cannot tell tomorrow from today
In Chicago; therefore I must be glad
That you have left the city, in a way,
Since you're the surety that I have had
Since you departed; if you came again
What could be certain in my knowledge then?
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