ARRANGEMENTS Poem by K. Schippers

ARRANGEMENTS



To weigh
a ball proves nothing
about the colour.

You look at
a ruler
and you hear
a piano.

While counting
eleven
sparrows their
rhythm escapes.

A dash
the length of
a now older
child.

Arranging flowers
by colour?
Their size
will be lost.

There she goes and
she isn't being
photographed
by anyone.

Thursday, January 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: colour
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