Tuesday, April 14, 2015

COLOR STORY

Concocting quite a thorough
manual in her mind 
as she goes roving

silent, 
needle-shaped,
quite conscientiously 

over 
and 
through the teeming neighborhood;

an old brown 
beagle, waterfall-
eyed,

could not even pause
to notice
if she needed to—

the palest of 
green things 
jutting from branches

or the wan way 
a high 
white disc bleaches-
away thin clouds to make dirty blue—

busy! as she is—
mixing fecund sniffs
of piss-

sticky concrete
and mud

to—somehow 
create her own
brilliant new 

theses—
of
robin's egg and seafoam.

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