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Who would want to wear brown, anyway,
When there are so many other colors? she asks me, exposing
Her limited imagination. To her, brown is plain
Like cardboard or grocery sacks or UPS trucks.
But brown can be lovely:
The buff-brown hand-carved planks of my mother's cabin,
The fawn-colored velvet dress jacket my brother wore to wed his hippie bride,
Rich chocolate ice cream in a gleaming white bowl,
A long look from my lover's greeny-brown eyes,
An ex-lover's coffee skin or my husband's dark, baby fine hair,
A killdeer's fluffy chick awaiting its mother's return,
Oak leaves in winter, as brittle as the pages of an antique book.
When there are so many other colors? she asks me, exposing
Her limited imagination. To her, brown is plain
Like cardboard or grocery sacks or UPS trucks.
But brown can be lovely:
The buff-brown hand-carved planks of my mother's cabin,
The fawn-colored velvet dress jacket my brother wore to wed his hippie bride,
Rich chocolate ice cream in a gleaming white bowl,
A long look from my lover's greeny-brown eyes,
An ex-lover's coffee skin or my husband's dark, baby fine hair,
A killdeer's fluffy chick awaiting its mother's return,
Oak leaves in winter, as brittle as the pages of an antique book.
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Date: 2005-04-28 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 01:12 pm (UTC)Colors I don't care for- white, pale pink, the barely beige of my office walls. Blech.