Warm Grey
I swirl my Earl Grey, guiding the line's patter,
as if fishing for riches from my mind's grey matter.
Nostalgia is awakened by thick, canned clam chowder.
My chartreux reverberates purrs as rain gets louder.
Plush clouds comfort rooftops in a drumbeat canopy.
Dancing chimney smoke defies the law of gravity.
Pavement reflections flicker in fine artistic form.
I didn't know grey's pearly essence could be so warm.
2-28-2021
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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