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Jane Ebihara


Color Blind

can she teach him blue
the startling Mediterranean
a jay’s wing
an autumn sky
her eyes
can she describe periwinkle
cerulean  aqua  turquoise  navy
to him who knows merely
the many shades of gray
tell him it’s the taste of mint
tell him it’s ice on a winter day
tell him it’s morning light
tell him it’s cool sheets on a hot summer night
and when he asks
what color are your eyes
I am blue
and when he asks
is there something in your eye
say    yes
a little piece of mourning

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