Grey In One Line Poem by Leslie Philibert

Grey In One Line



Looking over the pale fields
and old woods, I recognise
this can not be the
consequence of birth,

more a late push under winter mud,
as if I am as thin as cardboard,
one of no depth,
desolate as sleet.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: natural
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