Shades of Gray
SHADES OF GRAY
A gray wool sweater
she pulls tightly
to her neck
hiding
what little skin
shows and a shiny
silver necklace lacks courage.
The cold gray girl
in the library
tries secretly
to hide
her femininity.
I want to tell her
she is worthy of love.
Does she know I’m watching?
Does she think I’m
a predator
waiting
to pounce?
I want to scream,
“I’m just a people-watchin’ poet”.
One more question about
the gray-wrapped girl:
is her fear a
reflection
of her insecurities
or of my gray mind and
the ghosts that inhabit there?
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