A Gold and White Spring
There is gold like that
there is white like that—
Are they far from the nightmares in grays,
Are they far from here?
If someone holds them for us
they are never gone far
only one world away
only one call away—
I need those colors now,
may I please borrow your eyes?
Eyes from California
Photo by Anne Abrams
davidkrancher.com 
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