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Jane Ebihara
Poetry
Color Blind
can she teach him blue
the startling Mediterranean
a jay’s wing
an autumn sky
her eyes
can she describe periwinkle
cerulean aqua turquoise navy
to him who knows merely
the many shades of gray
tell him it’s the taste of mint
tell him it’s ice on a winter day
tell him it’s morning light
tell him it’s cool sheets on a hot summer night
and when he asks
what color are your eyes
say
I am blue
and when he asks
is there something in your eye
say yes
a little piece of mourning
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