A Skim-Milk Sky
Like a damp bath towel,
a wet mist wraps itself around my shoulders
and my spine shudders at its touch.
A skim-milk sky retains a bluish tinge
as a yellow sun swims behind a reef of clouds
absorbing its light like a thirsty sponge.
And I see my world through a gray lens
that distorts my vision;
like I'm wearing the wrong prescription glasses.
There is no color other than shades of gray;
it's as if Autumn's heart were pierced,
and it all bled away.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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