Color Cannot Survive
S Sandra Fowler
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The world is locked behind fringed window blinds.
Quiet monotones destabilize sunset.
Color cannot survive this faltering warmth.
I suffer shadows gladly for your sake.
Your handsome touch intangible as smoke
Paints dusk into the corners of my mind.
Fingers brush snow into my consciousness.
Let us compare frost pictures for an hour.
Previously published; Voices Israel
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