by jackie l.
This is about movement and childhood and growing. Its inspired by the color grey.
|Warm sodas in the garage,
The time streaked concrete hard but welcoming under a callused patter.
Bleak skies laze in monotone depression,
a golden tinge promises to break free
Restless waters churn,
Waiting impatiently for the chance to stretch and grow.
The patter begins again as the waters quiver in excitement,
They break with glory and ripple over a bold body
exuberant in freedom.