The pond turns grey

In tepid heat of this day.

Clouds gather, reflected

On this surface

While small ripples get in the way.

Once cool and inviting

Now these shades of grey

Are so forboding.

A warning, not to enter in.

It is in this way

That I live my day.

07/31/2008

Posted on 07/31/2008
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