This sky is Grey…


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Sometimes

When the wind is just right,

The sky, a determined grey,

As if to say-

I am here.

A window,

Rattles in the distance…

Everything green and grey and yellow…

Mellow…

Anticipating the moist that they know will come

when the floodgates open…

From when the sky,

In all its determination,

Will sing that song…

Waiting to burst into existence

Words spill because keeping them in is harder…

They form peaks and moulds inside…

Shredding walls,

Biting down boulders…

Keeping quiet is harder…

Receding into nothingness…

Then…

Just then…

At that pivoting slivered edge that is everything and nothing…

I think…

Maybe this might work…

Make decisions…

Just the way the sky is,

Fresh, clean, blue, spilling hopes and dreams and truth…

Words… so many words…

Lives…

Lifetimes….

But the grey stays firm….

I am. she says…

Will she?

Won’t she?

Indecisiveness is just one more decision to make…

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