By Andrew R. Duckworth
Every building-adobe.
Brown exteriors, occasional pink.
Inside awaits a storm of color,
Every bright color under the sun,
Every dull color under the sun,
Patterns, parallels,
Bright next to dull next to bright.
Outside shops, colors punch so hard
They can knock you out.
Santa Fe colors,
They smother
In the best way
As they paint the world with vibrance.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 