Grey

Grey

Its raining down grey
To grey, wet grey
Dull, drab facades
Green light blinking
Red light changing
Its raining down harder
To gleefully splash
In its own, muddled grey
Steel rails turning
To open for wet, rolling stones
Glass doors streaked
With wet, grey dashes
Cars and red buses
Drive noisily past
A black bike travels westwards
While a tram follows after
On cold rail curves
Figures going one direction
Then in another
To and fro, fro and to
It’s raining thinner grey strands
To grey, shiny, wet grey.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2013

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