The Color Absence Poem by Ezra Solway
The color absence is yellow and blood red, bones of glass shattered on the floor with no broom or dustpan in line of sight. Did you see me walking the other day? I was delivering you in the flex of my arms, sleeves folded back to conceal the rips of laughter. I wonder if you still hold the last words you spoke to me in your pocket like a brand new set of car keys. Don’t you worry that I forgot my jacket in the freezing cold rain? Or maybe the wind rubs its hands together on the front porch waiting to come back inside. The color absence glazes its palette in the summer fallow, knocking sugar skulls against pine doors, brittle to the touch and slapped with salt water. If endings spring forth like a geyser, then let me catch the steam on the way down.
Ezra Solway writes in Philadelphia where he received an MFA in Creative Writing at Temple University this past spring. His writing has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and featured in The Jewish Literary Journal, North of Oxford, and Small Leaf Press, among others. You can follow his writings on twitter at @SolwayEzra
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