Wednesday, November 10, 2010


Gray fog rises from gray earth
to touch gray sky

ducks cluster
on misty surface

damp hammock
hangs under droopy willow

nearing 8 a.m., commuters rush
tailing, cutting, honking

any other day, I’d be
rushing along

Today, a calm descends.
“Slow down, people!

We’re all going
the same gray place.”

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