L'aura del Campo

Colorshift [20]

Colorshift

Born yellow, I darkened to a luscious shade of olive,
took dry soil and sucked up each drop of water.
My shriveled torso plumped out.
I reached toward sunrays, spread out my arms,
but my ancient roots stunted my growth.
Without wings or height, I'll never fly
like Icarus before the fall...
or be flattened after.
Hug me, hoard each squeezed out drop.
In me, preserve your herbs and spices.
Let me color the palate of life's plate,
my youthful yellow, my ancient olive,
shifting with the light.

© Kåre Enga [174.20] (7.april.2017)

At Kwasny/Bitsui reading, UM.

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