what's grey to you, she asked me, quiet
the distant sky readying for night
a snow portending cloud above
the fluttering of a rock dove
it's grayest when you aren't here
I said, and hugging, drew her near
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795349--401-MAX-6-lines---PHOTO-is-prompt
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