The Color of the Universe

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.

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