Excerpt of Jerald Park's poem "Colors"

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Colors*

Love,

One word with four letters

At each corner of the earth

That you have to go fetch

For yourself.

 

Love is an imagination.

Hearts swoon and tides crash.

It knows no boundaries between

Young, old. Rich, poor. Gay, straight.

I loved once.

 

My heart,

A drive through motel

That you could just make

Love to and walk out the next day,

Leaving me vacant.