Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Coast

My mind is grey.

Grey-white with wisps of salt smoke curling ghostlike from a driftwood fire;

Grey-green with the living long incoming surge of sea, a steady beat;

Grey-blue with metal clouds foreboding rain like woman's pending ire;

Grey-speckled with the shifting not-quite-solid sand beneath my feet.

Grey-bright, grey-burning, grey-soft-shadowed with the endless day.

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