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to look out the window one autumn morning [poem]

Red loves blue.
It’s no surprise:
she knows they look good together
And red – well, she is vain.
Blue longs to dress in the sky:
to borrow the colours from the clouds
because the way they drift carelessly looks warm,
while longing looks lonesomely at the wind
jealous of the places it visits.
Jealousy nearly burns the toast as she makes breakfast
because she forgot about the stove
when she wondered if orange tasted better than green,
even as orange waited anxiously at her doorstep,
scuffing his sneakers against the frame,
afraid that his hair was out of place,
and this was what red saw,
when she looked out her window on an autumn morning
and wondered if she loved orange
after all.

Long Distance [Poem]

“Will you be able to sleep tonight?”
you ask me over the phone.
Sure, I laugh as I tell you
It’s not like I’m scared of the dark.
“I know you’re not,”
you tell me,
and I can hear the exasperation in your voice
I assure you that I’ll be fine
Although, you’re right -
because I’m not scared of the dark
but I’m still scared of being alone.

Entrance Exams [poem]

The doors were large
as she stood in front of them

I Thought of You Today [poem]

I woke up, brushed my teeth, stood at the sink
And I thought of you