Poem #43: February 17th, 2010

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Gray

Gray,

The color of the cap on that bottle.

The mist, gently settling over everything.

Streaks, aging into hair.

The color of the intricate details on a man's tie.

The color of the feeling,

That sometimes over takes my mind.

The color of the huge, soft, puffy storm cloud.

My favorite tank top.

A formal color,

Gray is found in many places.

Gray is a sign.

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