Doug McHargue
THE COLOR OF MY ROOM
A girl, I dreamed of aqua rooms
but got pink.
Sick in bed I planned to float
on waves of aquamarine,
take my liquid lungs
to dry lands where I’d breathe
air, not water.
Now I’ve got those aqua walls,
window raised, air wet enough
for me to swim, float out
on waves joining earth’s streams
where everybody went,
my folks, my husband,
all the other men.
Bio: Doug McHargue is a frequent contributor to Wild Goose Poetry Review. She lives in Statesville, NC.
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