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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