Occasionally, I
Wander the streets of my heat-tired city.
The mist, wavelets of water foam,
Streams, rivulets –
All nature teems with man-made spring.
Teal spring. A spring in peach and desert rose.
Spring in the folds of my pink blouse.
It’s teal fall, you know.
Teal backgrounds, teal tiles,
The saguaros teal up to challenge
Winter and to mock the snow.
To grow… Even in autumn.
To spring from the paths of barren mountains.
As light turns red, an occasional sleepy laborer
Steals a glance at a teal cowboy statue.
Teal
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