Monday, November 19, 2007

stages of grief and joy

In the thick of green
you remember
blue
must you be so
fickle?

surrounded by red
you crave yellow
bright blinding gold
on top of
tarnished silver
to make sure your gray
looks
fresh
Right about when purple comes by
you push
for white
yes: no color
than black
and that makes you miss
pink

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