The Mauve House
The mauve house covers itself,
colors to keep it from blending
into the bland of the pavement,
stained concrete and dead trees –
Walkers are indistinguishable,
unafraid figures at night or early
morning, gentle white feet and
earth toned clothes –
We call the earth by its surface,
now nothing more than rocks
spread thinly. Chisel out my
place in a stone world.
by Alicia Pacheco
