Quarantine Blog, Day Ninety-Eight

The rain only dropped on the brim of my hat,

avoiding my glasses,

and keeping my gaze clear to see

the clouds rolling over my head.

Casting the road,

in a beautiful grey.

That one brought old memories.

Those old grays and blues.

I’ve told you about them before.

Lying in the grass,

my jacket getting wet,

from it all.




Micah Mabey

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