ripley hugo / for JnJ on wylie too

and when i stood beside him, he told
me, "I need to be way out here when
dark comes. I need to see where 
the colors go." He meant, when colors
go from the grass, from the stones,
when they drown in the water, go
somewhere they know but we don't.
"I take them  inside me," I said.
He smiled, added softly, "And keep them
for morning, I know."


from OUT TURN IN THE BALM-OF-GILEAD 
              in ON THE RIGHT WIND