Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Monday, August 6, 2012
Blue is Bluer
in August -
everything green
greener.
If we could see the wind it would shimmer
like the tulle of Yvette Chauviré's tutu
as she pirouettes through paper summer leaves.
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