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Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner |
My second favorite color
is explosive
and luscious.
I don’t know if I like
the dirt it leaves
on my shoes.
I’m torn.
It means I’ve walked
through it
and lived to tell
but the chili powder heat
is a hell
all its own.
Hesperidium marmalade,
sandstone, cider, spice
against a spotty blue leopard sky.
Sigh.
My palms turn sepia from the reach,
and though the beauty is a beast,
I know it was always meant
to be a part of me,
like a blazing sun,
like love,
because
my skin sings
even while it burns.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
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Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner |
6 comments:
As the Good Witch advises, there's no place like home, whether you started there or ended up there, it's where you feel most yourself. :-)
OMG! This is such an amazing poem. It captures the vast expanses, the thankless topography and the bold living and love that it manifests. Brilliant! I absolutely love it.
Jennifer, the color words alone in this are downright brilliant! love it.
This is absolutely beautiful Jennifer. You left your hike with a beautiful poem in your heart!
Beautiful, Jen. It's been years. I hope all is well.
My skin is burning while reading this. Love this part:
but the chili powder heat
is a hell
all its own.
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