The Colors of the Wind

I felt pretty good about myself
when I came up with that title, but after
I googled it, I wound up not giving
much of a shit about anything, much less
the wind. Multitudes have noticed its color,
some in the glittering dewdrops at dawn,
some on the handbags of prostitutes.
It all depends on velocity and direction.
Right now it has slowed to five miles
an hour, it’s out of the northeast and it’s pink.
It’s coming right at you, it’s barely stirring
the hairs on your ears. I made all this up.
I was too lazy to google it. The wind
never had any color and never will.


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