Gray clouds.
	Gray twilight.
	Gray asphalt.
	Dirty gray snow
	Piled beside
	The March gray road.
	Ray shows
	How to go from
	Fifty-five to zero
	In less than a second.
	Crumpled gray metal,
	Gray tears,
	Empty gray nothingness
	Are all
	He left us.
	No answers,
	No reasons,
	Nothing but
	Gray questions
	God refuses
	To answer.

7/12/93

© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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