in the middle of grey

it is all here, in the morning’s crisp
just as light awakens

the clouds retract, to a point
back and away, to a point
beyond my view, to a hidden
point’s horizon

there are boys with a fire
a bright and lucid tangerine flammering
strangely
it reminds me of penny turtles
and eucalypts

i find myself
and find myself
wondering

if that cloud’s black makes the grey
seem brighter
or if the grey sky, deepens the black
and makes it more bulbous, like envious ink

i find myself
and find myself
wondering

if the boys with the fire
are frightening
and has the sun
been frightened from rising?

yet
it is all respiteful, and
my heart pounds a little softer

the boys with the fire are either
latent criminals
or pro-surfers whose shoes i will buy when i’m old
and i reclaim my youth
with my grey man’s money

a grey man
made bright by the black bulbous earth
yet shrinking
to a point, retracting
beyond my view, to a hidden
point’s horizon

my heart pounds, a little
more

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