The longer they stand side by side,
the more they become mirrors,
learn to love a duplicate life, warm
to the idea of never being alone.
Their cadmium bodies untouched
by the yellows and blues,
never seep, never bleed, never feel
the beauty of purples and greens.
Mary Panke is a late blooming art lover from Connecticut. She writes poetry everyday.
The Ekphrastic Review
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