The Voice Issue 30: July/August 2017 - Page 17

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- Drift, St. Albans, VTT

The gray days are rain days.

My barn weathers the storm,

droplets rolling down off dirtied gutters

like jewels.

I am stuck out in pasture,

feeding off muddied thoughts

as my art tugs at my hair,

lifting my head to the sky to look at the gray.

My art is waiting for the perfect day to parade me around,

before leaving me in the mud and torn weeds again.

Until then,

I shall keep my nose pressed to the dirt

in hopes of leading myself to my own pride.

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