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Brown like my sun baked skin
Caressing adobe mud bricks
Printed prickles of his personality
Painfully etched
On my brown, brown skin

Brown in pecan shade
Corrugated bark fray
In mucky gray
Wrinkling and aging away
It’s time that betrays

Brown in burnt passion sienna
Topsoil soupy pressed
fertilized dog deeds
And burnt cold winter’s weeds,
Running down white washed pavement
In aerial view of the Mississippi

Brown like
The cocoa, the tan
The khakis, the sand
The bronze and the brass
Asking me,
Is it okay to remember?

I’m having such a hard time forgetting
I guess that’s what longing is,
ha, longing always feels so brown