Today's poem is by Steve Davenport

Ministry Today

The weight of color's a body floating
in the river, face down, arms spread like bloat,
or a thought hanging like a question mark
in a whiskey bottle at 3 AM.
What's the value of time without end?
What's a mind to do without a body

to fail it? Blue's the sound of measured time.
Gold's the color of another whiskey.
The weight of color at the end of time
is the gray waste of words. The end of color

is the end of time.

Copyright © 2013 Steve Davenport All rights reserved
from Overpass
Misty Publications
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