Gray evening rain on the bus windows
and everything seen through a gray filter:
gray people,
traffic lights three shades of gray
blinking in the spray.
A woman walks her dog
through a graveyard,
the dog props its leg against a marker,
pissing on the stone.
I arrive at the Care Home,
the night pierced by
streetlights, headlights, porch lights,
the night falls all over us.
copyright 2014 David Elsey
