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ColorGirl
a poem about Kristin
Canary yellow it cascades
from branch, brushing
coat sleeve, jeans
taking rest in a bed
of sunshine colored comrades
I begin to gather more:
a golden bouquet
a poem about Kristin
Canary yellow it cascades
from branch, brushing
coat sleeve, jeans
taking rest in a bed
of sunshine colored comrades
I begin to gather more:
a golden bouquet
walking through the park
add orange, crimson, rusty
garments disrobed by fall
At home the collection
perfectly piles into
cardboard box addressed
to brother in LA where
leaves hold eternally verdant
The face of his wife
falls into mind I see
her before him on
hills peaking in
vibrant autumnal bursts
they glide in joy
and wind and smeary hues
I lift the box letting my
collection spill on dining
room table – he does not need
the ritual package anymore
She is the color in his life
add orange, crimson, rusty
garments disrobed by fall
At home the collection
perfectly piles into
cardboard box addressed
to brother in LA where
leaves hold eternally verdant
The face of his wife
falls into mind I see
her before him on
hills peaking in
vibrant autumnal bursts
they glide in joy
and wind and smeary hues
I lift the box letting my
collection spill on dining
room table – he does not need
the ritual package anymore
She is the color in his life
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