Another Gray Day
bent into the mist that rises from the flats,
white stalks prodding the mud, buckets
squatting at their feet.
The afternoon is late, cold and damp.
One wears an emerald green jacket,
yellow muffler, yellow cap.
The clothes of the other three blend
into the brown and gray of the day.
Gulls swarm around them mewing for scraps,
although a few follow me along my way.
I always wonder how decisions are made.