Gray, slow, and gravity *

If first life were easy,
if for a buck or ten,
one could be tall and thin,

man or woman, with a click
find the perfect dress,
if conversations

were free and flawless.

But change is often gray,
slow, and gravity flows
in the wrong direction,

so for an hour or day
I will forget the first
and take the second.

*an assignment given to me, proving again that you can “order a poem like you order a taco”

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