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COLOR POEM #1
Now I can see the color
see that it is such a substantial thing
that greets me when I have time for it
after the busybody day has done itself in
and the catsfur is camouflaged on the hardwoodfloor
orangey shellac shining
she licks her paws waits for me
and so I pause and see
above her clouds that fluff and my eyes that puff
puffy after the hard constitution of walls and pavements
lead one to believe
there is nothing but the man-made world
and in his image too and…
he didn’t do
such a very good job of it lately anyway
what with the scaffoldings and cranes collapsing
and the politicians’ predicaments…predilections and posturings…
So when the clouds roll by and call my name
softsaying “All Blues” and Miles of them too
with accents of violets and salmonypinks
I agree and promise to come to
Cloud 9 or wherever
(cosmologically speaking…it is not cosmo-politan
it is the cosmos logician…the cosmos beautician
the breath of silence descended from Cloud 9…
ancestor of thunderclap…second cousin to lightningbolt)
…yea…I agree and promise to come to…
lick my paws and just keep purring…just keep purring…purring