Hour Ten: Colors

the teacher asks
a direct question—
her face

the sun-bleached clam shell
inspected by a gull—
low tide

the nightlight
is burned out

listening to
Billie Holiday again—
candle drips

he tells us
about his auctioned house—
rubbing my eyes

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