The sky is gray,
the water just as gray—
veins of blue
pushing through
like arteries beneath the skin.
The horizon
flickers with promise
of a better day.
But another dark cloud
slides into the channel.
The water roughens,
turns restless.
Ducks become
bathtub toys—
bobbing, dipping,
up
and down.
The sky is gray,the water just as gray—veins of bluepushing throughlike arteries beneath the skin.The horizonflickers with promiseof a better day.But another dark cloudslides into the channel.The water roughens,turns restless.Ducks becomebathtub toys—bobbing, dipping,upand down.
By
—
Outside My Window 
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