the nursery
is blue. the baby a boy.
the crib, the curtains,
the border
around the walls.
all shades of blue.
but maybe
he won't like blue,
maybe he'll
be a child
that prefers pink,
or chartreuse.
a soft shade of yellow.
who's to know anymore,
to which direction
we lean,
when we're old enough
to do so.
Friday, August 4, 2017
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