Gray matter

Dave BontaContemplative

underfoot the piece meal of it

what was once gray sand now glitters under lichen

after dark the lunar landscape of it

shivery with crickets dense with ambiguities

the way bare wood weathers or old snow collects grime

aging in place lost in a maze of cracks

i have taken my micro dose of humility

the high line buzzes with ghosts of power

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

what was once gray

now under lichen

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