I am brown like bread.

I wish I were golden
like standing wheat
..................in sunlight.
On the street
people passing would say
..................How beautiful!

Golden

I wish I were golden
like wheat in sunlight.
When I passed people
on the street would say
...............How beautiful!

I am brown like bread.

Sheets

Cool white
against grassy green
and cerrulean

catching wind billow
and fall like skirts
of young girls who spin

themselves dizzy
on wide lawns in summer.