Friday, December 2, 2011

Coloratura

I saw this evening's moon, waxing,
and the moon and the mist
drew the color from the street.
Gray houses sat on gray lawns with gray trees
and silver sidewalks.

The blind girl down the street
came walking in her gray dress
with her gray dog on a leash.
As she walked, she sang a song
that brought all the color back to the street.

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