Arbitrations by Joan Colby

The color of running water.
or a shaded wasteland
lost in distinctions
is also the color of unpainted fences or barbed wire.
The ocean on the day someone drowns.
Small rodents, distractions,
of prayer, irresolution and philosophy.
A monk in a gray hood carries our hopes
gently in his hands. A gray horse
waits in the rain.

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