Three Greys
On the floor
Looking up
skylight
Shapes of blue
edge into disappeared.
Where the world ends
Does sky begin?
Faucet chromed
Pitted bright ‘n dark
Bumpy capitol C
Marks an asterisk tap
Turned
Brown sputter brown
Pop pop popping
Until clear n smooth
Soft morning
Bird song people
I cannot see walk
Hearing their voices
Dogs bark
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