Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Black and White

The temperature 
continues to drop
a chill rising
as I sit
here writing
smelling bread baking,
calming me
as Joan Crawford 
sings on the television,
I watch her dance
twirling in song
with my colors
painting the page, 
I wonder 
if only we
could go back
to black and white. 

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