Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
The color never seemed to matter to Jeff
If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it
Nothing seemed to phase the man
That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind
Revealing light streams over the landscape
Abstract shapes resolve into the finite
Dictating reality to manifest yet again
It warmed her heart every time it happened
As the sun slowly eased itself above the threshold of the horizon
The green flash announcing its next jaunt across the sky
Exciting her eyes with the potential of a new chance, a new day
Putting her money where her mouth is was always difficult
It seemed easier to not think and go with her heart in those circumstances
Casting the dice down the green felted table, she closed her eyes
Knowing that whatever happened, her life was going to be changed forever
Those stripes will be yummy with a dash of polka dots
Adding the mismatched pink and green fluorescent socks to further spice it up
So put together a feast for your soul and embrace who you are
There might be people who want to throw up a bit when they see you walk down the street but…
Everyone has a different fashion palate when it comes to style.
Boy could those men tell you stories amid the smell of talc and aftershave
About times in the past that people have forgotten
Remembering with such clarity the neighborhood throughout time
Because they had been there for a combined hundred-sixty years
Everyone came there to sit in those ancient green chairs and listen raptly
Relishing their experience with those historians. The haircuts weren’t too bad either.
Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground
As I walk along the shrinking daylight
Leaving the time of green behind
Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white
Majestic sunlight splashed into puddles beneath the lush green canopy
Everything here was damp or wet from the extreme humidity
Locals here didn’t have a word for dry. There was no need
That’s why when his cousins from Iceland came to visit they would …
Green traffic light cuts the darkness
Opening the way for me
Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels
Outside becomes surreal
Racing through this new reality
Itching to shift it into the next gear
Throwing caution to the wind, I do it
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