Grey

By EKPoet

Grey
Metal cans lined on the shelves
Shine like bells
Hanging
Silent
Without music
On Monday mornings
When the stores open
And the printed news in the newspapers
Tossed into the wastebaskets
With all of the ticket stubs and the fast food wrappers
Goes forgotten

Grey
Metal cans, grey bells,
grey
Skies as flat as parking lots
Full of the parked cars of the mad shoppers

Grey metal screws coming undone
On Monday mornings
Hanging silent
With nothing to hold on to