GRAY SKY (8-9-95)
A lone bird breaks the monotony
Soaring high, wings outstretched
Appearing black against the white gray.
Rain water clings to the porch rails
Drips from the leaves in crystal pearls
Slowly forming -- falling intermittently.
A breeze carries the cool moist air
Softly caressing my body
A dog sleeps nearby
After giving up gnawing the fleas.
The dark gray horizon is misty
More rain?
Overhead five birds
Fly across a patch of blue.
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