Saturday, April 4, 2020


COLORS


                           

You would think a patchwork quilt of thousands of colors of green would be enough.

 But no, the quilter of the scene before me had to add dabs of flowery blues and purples

 and a bright red spot representing a woman bent over working in the field of green. 

A few alarming contradictions of black and white, 

perhaps meant by the quilter’s knots to be cows grazing on the golden braided grass plumes. 


The cloth has been deftly woven with silken threads 

shimmering in purples and reds from the side.


And entire patch sprinkled with yarns the colors of the rainbow upon the patchwork green.


(written Mar. 30, 2020 on the drive to Chechaouen, Morocco)

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