blue lattice today,
three coats of paint ago,
that someone somehow skipped
when blue became white
and then again when
white turned black.
I have been brushed
with a shade of
sentimentality all day,
wondering about
neighbors long gone,
colors long faded,
and little details
I may have missed,
left open like wounds
for strangers to see.
1 comment:
i like this one, the commingling of exterior paint and personal detail - it's skilfully handled, raw and thought-provoking. i also like the irony of the details, and the way that irony progresses through the poem as it gets darker toward the end.
nice.
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