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Gray Day

by Mike Acker

Cinereous seagulls drift in the overcast sky
like discarded plastic bags half-camouflaged
against the clouds.

The inlet, a turquoise blue on sunny
days, has taken on a granite hue.

A lone grebe dives furtively. The peaceful water
shines like slate-colored glass.

Large rocks cling to the edge
of the embankment, strangely prominent.

Even the gravel pathway, rarely noticed
in its drabness, is in its element today.

Rain falls quietly.

Calm, cold, and cloudy is this singular day
dedicated to the color gray.

Copyright © 2017 by Mike Acker

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