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The Gray Suit

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Author: James Gabriel

James GabrielApril 24, 2019

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The Gray Suit

written by: James Gabriel

@James_Gabriel1

the gray suit
hangs
as suits do
on the wall

a wire hanger
encased in
white paper
keeps the

gentleman
upright
the thin plastic
covering the suit

rattles slightly
under an
air conditioning
vent

suddenly
billowing
like a curtain
on a warm

spring afternoon

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Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.

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