Saturday, January 28, 2012

Why the World Did Not Turn Gray Today


This afternoon my pink and blue
and yellow muses fled to find
some respite in whatever realm
supports such colorful sorties.

(They invited me, but
owing to the incompatibilities
between dimensionalities,
I could not come.)

They’d had enough
of giving birth to orange,
green and purple and the rest
of all the tertiary tints therefrom

to want to shun
the whole damned tedious array.
But just when they believed
they’d got away

great blobs and slews
of apricot and peacock hues
they’d spawned came on –
and they began to feel dismay.

Parents love their children,
and they knew they’d
have to go back home
with them and smile and coo

and propagate anew:
in other words, to stay.
That’s why the world
did not turn gray today.





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