pallor

I cannot help
the way stacked lumber
makes me think of corpses
for no apparent reason

how when I see snow
on rooftops
the voice in my head says
in the dead of winter

and even yellow walls
insuffice to relieve a pallor
like all the world
is in a state of shock
window winter

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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