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POEM: Gray

I remember those gray days.

Drizzle. Mist.

Gray cloud bellies hung low,

scratched by church spires.

A cloak of damp,

damp cold.

Shoulders hunched.

Eyes on glistening pavement.

A world closing in.

Burying one in gray.


[National Poetry Month: Poem #15]


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