Binghamton Gray

I love a good cloudy day
when a placid pool of cloud
drops a shadow over the earth
and deeps mists of fog
dance around tangled trees.

I love when the cool, crisp
air is so thick
that my lungs fill with a milkshake of oxygen
and the world seems like a
heavy mass of stale crackers
soaked in chicken noodle soup
because these days are a simple change
from the monotonous everyday
cartoon sunshine.