THE COLOR OF MEMORY by Fairness Peck

When I was young,

I named color.

Created landmarks,

based on aura.

Yellow angel road

ochre dilapidation, grey tree fort

hill. Falling holly berry house.

Memory of fear, darkness.

Foggy high beams approaching

like distant moons.

Cacophonous river slate.

That’s a winter sound.

And yet, these places

called to me, to be part of home.

Even with all the multitude

of beliefs and colors like fight.

who doesn’t want to grow up

and find their sanctuary waiting?

To find their childhood memories

keeping places long gone and forgotten

very much alive.

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