sometimes i remember, Eastern Europe and it's gray skies
gray from rain and smog and years of communism
and sometimes i remember the gray
of cinder block buildings and the wall to wall windows
of my studio loft, pressed against the sky
so far from the street and miniscule people below
and i remember the gray of cobblestone street
and the shoes of peddlers and the sharp clang of
dishes echoing in an alley
as dusk covers us in  gray


Optimistic Existentialist said...

This is beautiful and makes me long for Europe :)

Charity said...

Thanks. Rainy weekends like this take me back to (Prague in this photo) my visits, and I do become nostalgic.