Emergency Poems
Monday, January 6, 2014
A Wrong-Colored Sky
You wanted a wrong-colored sky,
sky as seen from a peach,
sky as seen from a plum.
"No, you don't want a
wrong-colored sky," they told you,
"Try to look at it our way."
"First close one eye."
"Then poke out the other."
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