gray clouds
mist on monday morning
commuters crawling on gray roadways. A new work week
holds no promise, only repetition. Each day
festers into the next.

I wrote this draft this morning as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed writing media piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison. 

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