Seasonal Colour
Seasonal Colour: Two Wayward Birds
Oh my darling saffron,
once the spice of my eyes
and now salty in my wounds.
We became like two
wayward birds
in the cerulean skies
with lilac dreams,
going on lemon flights,
our wings sputtering
as Detroit rejects,
like two watermelons falling
from the skies,
now lavender with our tears
into the aquamarine
sea.
We make a splash, like always.
The crying blues
drowning out our sorrows,
the coral kingdom
closing its door
to bad chartreuse and rose,
mainly us,
two salty little birds
on a colorful passage
to nowhere,
harboring seasonal color
and life ...
still fighting
fighting over
a piece of tangerine.
She says to hymn,
"I'll fix your face."
connie pachecho
8/3/17
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