Sun-fading
afternoons
with the pink
plucking at
images within.
Fading lives
disappearing in
the diminishing azure
streaks of
comfort
in what is
still light.
Red had come
the still-birthed war years!
Purple was the
pain.
Crimson, the
yearning
for the return
of yellow beams
on
tea-aroma-filled patios.
Peace found its
dirty pink
in the haze of
amnesia
and soothing
rays of oblivion.
Time implanted
on wet sands
ALL came back
the waves
lulling in, siestas
like forgotten children's toys
scattered on the shorelines.
Hours to arrive
in afternoon car
rides
on semi-paved roads
rearview mirrors’ dust particles sending
blinding refractions
of incessant rainbows
glaring back at the
ambit of color
and trying hard to rise above it…
