(POEM) Brown by Zelda Bean

Brown

You hastened away to a new place.

You ate your brown colored Tasteeos.

You consumed your brown iced coffee.

You crafted poems about brown graffiti.

It clung to the brown brick walls.

It was a clement, comfortable color.

This is what you woke up for.

It was either a brown little poem

or nothing at all.

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