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When you paint a house

on canvas

it must be blue, for this

is the color of home.

The soft robin’s egg edges of motherly

relationships, the deep indigo

of sleep and dreaming begins

at your hand. Reunions, a pale sky

of ephemerous greetings

and embraces. However wayward

the color of distant foothills

and city lights are,

home remains blue.