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The skies

The light

My car, and I can’t

Forgive it somehow for

Blending into the asphalt.

The color leaches from the world

Your hair

My pallor - in certain lights

Like these.

Like now.

I wonder if

Like kintsugi, there might be

Threads of

Gold in the gray

Golden linings in these clouds

Like that rock I found

On a faraway beach

On another gray day

A fissure of light

Fighting back

Against the marble, against the

Tides of time.