[a derivative tune for the docents blithely noting the passing of the rose and blue periods of Picasso endlessly in the museums...(while thinking of other things)]
it's the pink and the blue of the epoch that has left you
you think, you don't know, but
you're not inured to the snows and the music box yet
still turning under glass; the miniscule prima in her
scrap of pale peach foam
and the paper-weighted sighs blown past you
when it all comes to pass and you're so sad
for the Kingdom of Tinkertoy
for the pick-up-sticks floating
over the oceans.
missing the color "mauve"
mary angela douglas 6 may 2014
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