#1169 - the names of the colours

1169

15.iii.23

4.74

the names of the colours

 

I dreamt the holes in my socks

there all along

 

but which?

 

a mist and tripping

far from fire

 

kick one along

and it’s next

 

don’t remember

 

take the whole field too

in prism

 

my rhapsodic wash

 

a pot of

spread wet

come smear

 

each has its secret love

some have meant sky

say tree

tell danger

dive

 

through glare

and waking

 

run to another

keep close

survive

 

you are reading this in black and white

I won’t tell them here