Yes, there are likely more times
that color is only what tinges the curtains,
the paint in these rooms, or the eyes
of your lover. What else is there to think of ?
When you look at a broken bridge, the fire-
ravaged mountain, a flooded town,
yes, they are what they are, but they
are also all the ways in which you feel
fraught. In the impossibility of turning
away from circumstance, you want
to look for a sign, any sign, that fills
the hours with more than just
endlessness. Perhaps it holds out two
hands, and some possibility of choice.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
