Grey is the hair of Mavis, who lives
next door but one, and the veins in her legs.
Grey is the hair of Trevor, who has loved her
long and deeply, who trims the grey
hedge with grey shears every grey week,
humming a little unrecognizable tune.
–excerpt from “The Color of the Universe” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011), available from vacpoetry.org. The poem first appeared in Pinyon Poetry.