Meet me in color,
Meet me in the crimson wings of the northern cardinal,
in the suns orange gaze before it slips into the horizon,
in the tiny golden petals of the sourgrass meadows,
in the green of every leaf, on every stem, branch, vine, and trunk.
Meet me in color,
in the blue dunes of your jean jacket, out for another tailgate,
in the depths of the ocean, gliding into indigo,
in the rough, yet gentle edges of amethyst.
Meet me in color until we meet again.
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