Walking In Gray
The red-tailed hawk soars above the Mall of America, as the jumbo-jetliner glides in for a
landing nearbye. Clouds are moving in, blotting out the sunlight, as I squash plans to walk
outside in the sunshine. Bare trees, snow covered ground and I'm havin' a tuna sandwich on
whole-grain bread.The whole world seems to be bundled up in heavy winter coats, but I'm
just in my shirt-sleeves....the cold feels good on my skin, lets me know I'm alive, waiting for
the sun to come back out....but the sky only gets grayer, and my mood only gets darker,
time to go home and write this poem.....maybe I'll walk inside.....
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
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