Updated: Nov 5, 2019
by Tory Loux '17 (Originally published May 10th, 2017)
Mapped matter
dotted through heart strings,
tripping out a symphony
busy with color.
A girl was
frozen like red
and then:
Thawed blue like dew
on morning grass,
maroon
from Pennsylvania mountains,
reaching with rosined fingertips.
I am not angry
anymore.
This red
remains.
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