Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Colorblind People Waiting

Colorblind people,
waiting at stoplights,
assess the location
of undefined brightness,
and I don’t know you
so I do the same,
gauging the level
of your expressions,
high, low or middle,
not knowing their nature,
through pedestrian eyes.

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4 comments:

  1. . : A : .6:32 PM

    Like the parallels you draw with this poem.

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  2. aa9:04 AM

    Very nice.

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  3. Anonymous12:41 PM

    sure hope this ain't about me. Good stuff, though ;)

    Signed,

    Your overly concerned wife

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  4. AJ6:15 PM

    Yes, that would be sad, wouldn't it. But fortunately, this poem was inspired merely by a stoplight and one of those surreal "hey, what about-?" moments. Nothing more. :) Really.

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