manuel of la brea

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hue and cry

A color stain of my face
I didn’t want others to see
and you just saw it:
a cloudy white color
like soap bubbles flowing
in the heavenly sky.
Disguised by this color,
there was a great hue and cry
in the city you first met me.

Then I told you it was haunted
but you told me it was a painting.
Then I told you it would call rain
but you told me it was a comfort kiss.

I wasn’t ready for that moment,
but I started counting my steps
as I got closer and closer
to the feet of someone
who first saw my tears.