so very grey and usually
Soft; though light breaks through yonder window,
I know you represent time, time stopped not passing
Time to sit about aimlessly, tv glare upon my face;
face aglow though pale in the lazy haze of laptop screen illumination.
Oh bitter depths (of grey), oh white stitching,
Raglan sleeves make easy work; put it on, pull it off...
Will the cheering reds and brilliant blues, will the killer black and pristine whites
Ever know it's you I dream of. Grey Marl. Like an anchovy blistered in the sun.
A long weekend...still stretching.
PS. to hell with a proper Ode format...!
