Deep colors there were; wide blues, greens, and reds;
Faint songs of bad memories that echo through heads.
A soft-sounding huff of breath long held back
Released on dead wings to slide through the cracks.

A softness there was; the color, the sound,
A deepness there was that came up from the ground:
A full throated burble of things left unsaid,
Given new meaning as it drifted through beds.

Canned laughter came from listless TVs
The remote was buried where no one could see.
A thin line of smoke from a put-down cigarette
Set there so the smoker wouldn’t forget.

A songbird trilled once, then never again
An owl hooted twice to shush up the din.
The highlight of evening was the thin scratchy sheet
That covered the lovers’ twisted up feet.

The world was quiet there, and full of green grapes,
And that’s what you missed while you were awake.