Gray

Busy people--

rushing to nowhere.

Rat race

to the hole-in-the-wall hovel

we each call

home.

Cardboard castles

scrape

at a never-ending sky.

Everything seems

so small

from down here...

Hustle and bustle

in the big city.

Move along;

move along.

There's nothing to see.

Slate towers huddle together for warmth

and exhale chalky scribbles

which are swallowed up

by the yawning gray expanse above.

Everything

seems

so

small.