"Unremarkable"
Greg Budig 2022
The gray of the sky reflected
The color of the snow.
It was somber, dull,
Unremarkable.
Houses sat quietly and talked
To the empty, naked trees.
"How was your day?"
Unremarkable.
Every day can't be memorable.
Some need to be ordinary.
Most days are usually
Unremarkable.
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