She IS Gray

She was always monotone

gray

slate

gainsboro

When she is near

I feel the need

of a shawl

My vibrant colors

startle  her

So she retreats

She has asked me

to hide

my reds

my greens

my blues

But I can not

I accept her

overcast eyes

but she

cannot accept

my green eyes

squinting from the sun.

Kathy Keogh

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