Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

In Living Color

Remember
all around you,
the coming of color.
The hand leaving the bed.
The love letters
in the Dead Letter Office
taking up space.
The evening classes
monstrous as childhood.
The fall of heroism
and spoons.
The wild breath of animal near the fire
questioning its very existence.
Everywhere you look
tulips and chocolate.
Red and velvet.
Purple and yellow.
The colors of passion exploding in stores.
The crinkle of plastic and ribbon.
How droll it all is.
I think of you
watching the tide.
The color of blue
in your nose and on your lips.
The sea in your hair.
Your feet trodding along in the sand,
lost.
Your white hair,
short,
clipped by a butcher.
The color fading from your eyes
with each passing day.