Seven effortless shades collude
to magnetize you— ambulance red
for parting stiff-necked traffic, an altitude
so ferocious your palpable violet tread
rents me. O striped incline, not even sprites
slashed your shine to ribbons, given your dome
was all they knew. You turn, the blues and whites
of your eyes softening, offering a ride home
again. But when it’s time to go, your indigo
expression hastens the bettering. So I cherish
these burnt orange offerings, though your yellow
vessel floods my temples with nightmarish
ease, and draw the shades which color me clean,
admiring rain that turns all the fields green.
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