Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Palate primer


Like a child that has yet to learn
           that accidents can be
                   on purposes,
                                       I follow
                                       that low
                           blue moonlight
            unafraid of indigo
                                   -as though
         a new color could be
         awaiting me
           any new born night
           just
                 such as this one
                 of many.

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