Monochrome

poems are
monochrome

bereft the allusion
of black
and white
they hide in the shades

hinting difference
between gradations

snipping apart
undistinguished values

subtly dividing the world
with words
we understand
and they don’t

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Weather Walk

attuning
silence
twenty minutes to cross a room
still
in the paint
exposed
by the light
unseen
but imagined
hanging dust
harsh against darkness
hot
on the bare boards
on our skin
forgetting
shuffles and coughs
attentive
fidgeting
forgetting
programmes
the adjustment of coats
forgetting
presence
or absence
the one script
a changing climate
crossing the space
eventually one
will take
a step