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Michael Walker
Poems
Mar 2017
Gray Striations
This park bench gets so cold, so worn.
Sitting here
perplexed by the motions,
the grays, all in different shades;
all going
nowhere.
This bench and I, we're friends;
He's a little
quiet,
but he means well.
I've been distant lately,
removed.
I'm not sure that he
cares;
at least, he doesn't show it.
We both see things in the same way;
all the gray wisps of condensation.
Don't get me wrong,
we both
see color,
but its rummy.
we are
always going to be the
same temperature.
Written by
Michael Walker
U.S.A
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