So Many Grays

Six p.m. on a cloudy day in Miami,

only one runner left on the beach and

he heads into air-conditioned chill.

A tanker sits on the horizon,

gray between gray and gray,

and you draw hotel curtains

before the tanker moves,

the gray in a plaid robe

newly visible.

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