Fall/Winter 2007, Poetry

Cold Crisp Sky

by Leah Anderson

cold crisp sky grey, grey concrete In other seasons, when the grass is still bright green and the trees’ colors command attention and the flowers roll out of the ground, the concrete grey doesn”t seem so prominent, doesn’t shout so loud. But here, from behind these tinted windows, the concrete is the same shade of [...]

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