30 days of poems – 2020 {7}
.
color
(in darkness)
is the shape
of your breath
(tangerine)
or the whisper
that scratches blue
out of black
and the middle
(which never falls
dead center)
the way the moon
wakes me up
with sharp raps
on my window
or silence
embarrassed
by its own
soliloquy
.
. . . . .
.
