When Color Goes Missing

The light of longest day
occurs in June,
when color goes missing
we call it night.

Dip our brush
in depths scooped out of us.
There's more room for wind.

Bible says we're clay,
we'll hold water 'til we break.
Drop the phone.
Let it echo in the canyon
eroding through us.

When my mom died
I started smoking Camels
on her grave.

When I heard about yours,
I quit.
Will SchmitComment