The Third Color
Just for a day
think of a third color
perhaps-purple
then think of a
field of purple flowers
followed by a warm silver rain
making the purple more purple
than a purple sunset.
Purple clouds speckled in gold flake
in the shape of a holy man...
Now dream in purple
purple birds singing in purple tones.
While your head rests on a purple satin pillow..
Until morning arrives with its branding iron
singes the fringes of your dream
blasting you back into
that cold black and white
riotous virus again-
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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