The Grey Between
by Louanne Robinson
Dismal raindrops
Sorrowing down into a muddy pool,
Smoke-like mist
Wreaths 'twixt the boles of barren trees,
As tiny vapor clouds from human
mouths speak deadened words.
I care not to participate,
But watch instead,
From behind my pane of grief,
yearning for tomorrow'smorning rays
To break this cloud canopy
That I may escape--
The grey between lives.
copyright 1980

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