[Poem: Slates of Grey]Sullen faces like slates of gray—What I’d seen on a walk today. Bodies rushing bodies bolting Time for life a disregarding. Money to make and to grow old What about the hands to hold? Deadlines, projects, people to meet What about our own two feet. Sullen faces like slates of gray... What I’d see most anyway.

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