Contemplating Color
I don't suppose
the white hums of summer
will ever out strum the blues;
but here before me,
two colors mingle
in polite harmony-
spouting about
like versed chums
over black coffee
so why do I stand here,
all cockeyed
and bashful
in these careful shades of yellow,
mulling over red
and its poignant way
of bruising my heart
a callous hue of indigo
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2010
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