Friday, July 17, 2009

The Nevada Poems: Color/Dolor



Color/Dolor

Sage in winter,
granite,
the world viewed
through gauze.

Color once removed,
the color of distances,
the Independence Range
after the gorgeous sunrise.

I am scratched silver,
corrugated tin.
Cold, vague colors
come to mind.

I remember
a magenta self,
burnt orange
and turquoise

Too rich now.


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