My Third Grade Teacher Taught that Blue & Brown Don’t Go Together Well
I would make blue orbs to look at you,
Blue orbs of crystal or of clearer cool.
My own blue fronted orbs, each iris blue
For looking for perfection, for the jewel
Perfection of your browner beauty, could
Reveal like sapphire balls and hope to see
My future in a browness like a wood
Enchanted by your warmer browness, free
Of coldness made of iceberg. I would find
In darknesses of hairs and warmer tans
A meaning for my wandering heart, so blind
Until it traced in you fate’s clearest plans.
..When blues and brownesses behold and meet
….Each other, we’ll hope for certainty’s heat.