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POEM: grey day

October 30, 2014

 

Photo credit: Pictify

 

peel back the rain cloud

first with the heel of a boot

and then with dirty

fingernails.

 

the pressure of this day

and all days

is fastened into the atmosphere

of thickened oxygen,

birds weave against hardened

patches of sky.

 

laboured breaths take

breaks in bruised lungs,

this grey sky sits above us

sinister, silent.

 

anxiety wiping out faces

if we run in the wind

danger drinking us up

if we believe the rain will save us.

 

put down that cloud peel

that sad attempt to live the

heavy of this day,

and face the backbreaking journey

of a sunless dawn.

(C) Whitney French, 2014

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