These roots
this trunk
these limbs
these leaves
these fruits
these seeds
All of this she gave me
her mycelial
web cast wider
than my own
limited
paltry reach
All these things
I would not
have hope
were she not
the source
of everything
I am
I was
will be
become
breathe deep
expire eventual
All these things
she colored
in vivid blanks
while I
gazed
at the monotone
For all I knew
her reds
were blues
were greens
were no color
at all
Me
Mr black-and-white
chroma unbidden
shadows and light
but little else
within
And in the space between
she flowed
she flew
leaving trails
I had no hope
of witnessing
All of this
she gave me
all of this
she shared
all of this
she made
From the prompt: “A color that never existed drifted through the air”
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