• Jae

Even Gray is a Color


On black frigid

dirty snow

with the low, just on the 'half-way

'mark to being heavy'

clouds that hide the sun

from itself

protect itself

from me

kind of days,

the kind of day

that you wished would

just get over itself

and get on with the business

of washing the earth

with heavy wet white

or even with twinkling flakes

that catch in shooting beams,

I'm reminded that even gray

is a color.

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