My Color

whenever I ponder my past in storied colors

recorded upon free winds of a timeless spirit

or shadowy frames of an old silver halide film

or countless pixels of a mysterious grey silicon

or parchments penned in sepia wrinkles of age

I realize again—that between anger’s red rage

spread upon squawks of yellow flaming fury

and soft cooler heads of a kind flowing river

blue will forever remain my favorite color