Good Life

At the Moment

Each hour has its own color:

seconds click,

each frame we're caught inside

grows dimmer, brighter,

darker than the next,

which finds us eye to eye

in a room pooled with light,

its shifting color

creeping around us

from sofa to chair,

brightening, fading,

slipping out the door.





These moments we stare through

offer our first notion

of green or blue; gray or red,

and our last look. Every day

new shades slide, melt,

solidify, come to reside

in flecks and traces





in your eyes/my eyes,

which open

with their own color,

with their own light.

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