colors kept

Florida was white with snow 

in January of '77... my corduroys

were catholic school uniform

brown... gray was the smoke from

my first joint with Joe and Trey...

I remember Grandma's blue

sweater hug and Courtney's blue

eyes... pink was the bubblegum

in a pack of baseball cards or

a pouch of big league chew...

the lemon Italian ice and the

crossing guard's raincoat were

both a certain yellow... and 

green was so green on every 

yard of the football field...

red, red came deep from the

blood of a stab wound to my 

right thigh... and blonde was a 

loose ponytail bouncing from 

Amy's cheerleading hair... 

black was getting knocked out

chasing down an interception...

and orange I don't really remember

much of...  ... but this is how I 

remember colors... 

by experience, not sight

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