The Gray Up There Poem by Pat Raia
The Gray Up There
The
sky is
the kind
of gray
that
it
gets in
the fall -
even here
where
the temperature
barely changes
and
the trees
keep their leaves -
The sky
and
the air
and
the breeze
make me
ache -
like
I'm waiting
for
something
that
never
really
gets here -
like
I'm
yearning
for something
that
I can
barely
imagine
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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