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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 rains get 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
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Juliet Ligon
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