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Drab Day

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3/17/2019
on this drab
        day the sun's
                light is hidden

behind a blanket
        of thick, dark
                clouds; the kind

of clouds that
        cry for, seemingly,
                no reason at

all; a day
        where the wind
                blows gray over

fields of color,
        dulling the vibrancy
                of yesterday's splendor;

a day that
        makes one question
                whether this dull

quietude is here
        to stay or
                just passing through.