Have you ever seen a gray moon?
Not just the color,
Sort of overcast, hanging sadly in the shadows of the night,
It illuminates nothing, and yet it still gives off a pitiful puff of light
Like the end of the last drag of a wilting cigarette.
Lifeless, dull, dreary, weathered
Smudged glass reflecting fingerprints
Yellowing newspapers crinkled in a scrapbook
Quietly standing by, observing the night
From the corner of a barren room,
Perhaps a musty-scented basement?
Perspective can change its appearance and
The moon can illuminate -White! Harvest! Yellow! Shining!
But not tonight
Not in this season
It is just gray.
I can relate.