by t.o. crow
I wove our tapestry in colors
unpleasing to your sensibilities.
My design was for clarity
like prisms in sunlight.
You preferred obscure patterns
in gray.
I've stored the delightful textures
of my handiwork within easy reach.
In time, the colors will fade.
Then, perhaps, their subtle muteness
will be more pleasing
to your discerning eyes.

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