She was a Nova Scotia drifter drifting,
she is probably dreaming dreams in color.
She drank the strongest black coffee
from a slim silver bullet mug. A total eclipse of the sun
had emptied the sky.
Planes and kites fell.
She liked to look,
raising her hand to her eye.
As she continued down the road,
she slipped the ring around the sun
on her middle finger.
Her cinnamon skin appeared as leather,
while her eyes turned to wax.
She viewed her vision as fortune,
her castle, the earth.
Then the rain began to fall
extinguishing her sun.
As soon as her sadness settled,
the arc of a rainbow sprang forth like
fresh spring water.
Color, like a tapestry flooded her hair,
lighting up her eyes in a frowning world.
She kept walking and she dreamed...
in color.
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