grey

Drenched in a chinese robe, I sit admiring the blank sky of no creases. Today is nothing. Gray. Mtv and cleaning dishes.

It’s as if the air is sighing with out so much as a breeze. Deadened branches pointing to the once dramatic fall and the flirtatious spring. What a tease.  Running around with summer’s swimsuit body and blond ambitions, she falls short to a hot day.

Today can only hope for a taste of what tomorrow might have.

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