dirt on the welcome mat

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When I see the shy pink blossom of a tree,

I scoff at black-and-white photography.


We see the blush

But point-and-shoot

And kill

The colors we forgot we grew into.

We meant to

Shake the dried petals

Away from the binding,

But the blinding, aging sun-flash

Won’t stop reminding

Us of the shadows on the dial

We fade as we capture

We develop into masters

Our slaves’ blood the gray ink

Glossed in our history book portrait.

interesting interested
the difference between sleet and snow
subtleties like stalagmites grow
from our cool, dark floors
through the doors that were opened for us