Benign for Grey

Sun slates, benign for grey,

She seldom begins

Without glancing back, yard frozen

Winter days

Shorter than they began

When the rays went every which way

Kaleidoscopes taped behind merry-go-round horses

Galloping and free

She smiles again,

Without the smell of his cologne

A seventies remnant, steam rises

Benign for grey

She starts a day.

Dorian LaGuardia

8 January 2019