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.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC
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.
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