Darkness to Light
Searching for clarity.
It could be the striving of blue tipped Indian pipes or perpetual grey green walls of the Massachusetts Treatment Center where few ever leave; it could be a glimpse at stoic circularity where a b blush of pink and a paling skin of lemon go always back to the institutional circle of grey green blue. And now I see on the Worksheet that the blush of pink has the smack of a clown’s rouge, that the slice of lemon sky is guaranteed by the Sun, and that the circle of Indian pipes blaze blue-bell blue in a foreground of mortar.
A woman on the left shakes her oversized finger at the children who, just for fun, set her bushes on fire. As firemen douse the bushes with water, only smoke rises from the remains of the once-beautiful shrubs.
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