the skin

 

of a peach

is no longer

 

Flesh colored, Indian

Red is now

 

crayon called Chestnut.

Prussia lost her

 

blue to midnight

but this is 1972

 

and Chartreuse

has not yet been

 

renamed Atomic

Tangerine &

 

the promise of

a primrose is

 

still canary-colored.

 

 This poem originally appeared in the surprise blockbuster hit, Volume 1 of The Ampersand Review.

 

 

 

diego báez stands on the corner at the intersection of Market & Broad.  Waiting, mostly.  Talking to people, sometimes, but for the better part of the day he just stands around.  He waits for the bus or the rail.  Then he attends the MFA program for creative writing at Rutgers-Newark.

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