Red currents
Of yellow color
Stream forth
From silver lips.
Blue hearts and
Black paw prints
On white cards
With bloodied backs.
Brown roads blackened
With clear rains
Trampled by
Cloven hooves.
Green sprouts from
Grey soil on
Silver roads paved
To nowhere.
Rusted fences
And gates torn
Lead to wooden
Porches and home.
White liquor
From mare’s milk
Sitting in cups
Made for tea.
Golden auras
From different
Faces and thoughts
Meld together.
Black vision
With purple spots
Unlike pink dots
From sickly fever.
Blue carpets
And white linoleum
Under wooden curtains
Not meant to divide.
Composed 07/12/2012
Author’s Note: A friend of mine got very sick during this time. For one reason or another, it made me want to write about colors.
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