wet makes grey

lay something beautiful
out for me - a walkway caught
between slate
seasons

the wet makes grey
seem a melting jewel - a morsel
of sun, a cut of clay; wet makes
grey

a play yard, a meeting
place for spring, in the dance of
blossom stilled by wet there
a robin dances in-
stead, wobbles, wallows, to
wipe its wing wide

there pools the last days, there
points the worm to hide its
face from soon sunlight - wet is good
and warm when held
in-between, all
while

grey laughs
at the days it has left
to display

bkmackenzie
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