Gray
As February stumbles
into March
overcast,
sometime rain
sometimes snow
always a raw wind
I am consumed
by nothingness
Adrift in
the monotony,
a book arrives
my chapter
p:107- 118.
I worked so hard
two years ago?
It joins the others
on my shelf.
Godawful traffic
late getting home
to be met
by your smile,
our three year olds’
running embrace
the dogs wet head
and tales of kindergarten,
elementary school
and your own job trials.
My scowl fades
the bathroom faucet
still drips
washing a bit of gray
down the drain.
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