The New Grade

by Vex Grai · 07/01/2026
Published 07/01/2026 12:26

The air is the weight of a wet wool coat.

They poured the patch work yesterday,

but the sun won't let it go to sleep.

I stepped off the curb and my heel went down.

Just a bit.

Like the street was trying to hold my foot.

A pigeon feather is stuck in the center,

standing straight up in the cooling sludge,

a small, gray monument

to whoever decided this road was finished.

#everyday observation #melancholy #urban life #weather

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Comments

Alice V. · Feb 27, 2026

The wet wool line kind of lost me.

Vex Grai · Feb 28, 2026

It's just meant to be that heavy humidity feeling lol

Alice V. · Feb 28, 2026

oh okay i see what you're going for then

stubborn_would_rather · Mar 1, 2026

I'm not really feeling the street holding the foot thing.

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