Grey Time Blues

the early monsoon licks morsels of heat
off the brick verandah
as the last of summer
settles at the bottom of chipped teacups,
breathless with a gasp of wilting jasmine,
we read the dregs for signs of tomorrow,
how much will we take further,
rucksacks filled with spent days
getting heavier on our backs in the tepid rain,
how much will we leave to be washed away,
lost in the gurgling storm drain,
grey clouds rumble over
the roads we walked.
it is time.

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14 thoughts on “Grey Time Blues

  1. Love this especially; “breathless with a gasp of wilting jasmine,we read the dregs for signs of tomorrow,how much will we take further,rucksacks filled with spent days getting heavier on our backs in the tepid rain.” Beautifully penned.

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  2. This is so vivid…I adore your word choices, especially “the early monsoon licks morsels of heat” and “breathless with a gasp of wilting jasmine.” Brilliant wording 🙂

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