Down this yellow street
we crawl
eating yellow berries
of our yellow milk
in the
yellow dairies.

See the purple
in the purple sky
all the purple smoke
in our purple eyes.

Green is what we
used to be
in our perfect world
now we see
a lot of green
in my skin and yours.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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