Its pink
is dropping
and dripping.
(Drip, drop.)
It falls onto the ground,
a splash of colour.
But above
there is now
black and white
like a film,
or the negatives of
the pictures I took
on our trip to India.
Colours,
sucked to the mud;
you are wilting.
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Sunday, March 04, 2007
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