One Color Missing

What keeps the peace
from settling down
or prevents morning
from rosary rhythm
or rile the cat from
sitting on the lap?

One color missing
noticeably so from
start to finish
from rainbow comfort
of the flower garden
its absence hard.

The evening sits mostly
content to slip
out of old clothing
a piece at a time with
no more stress
than a summer dress.

Again but anew
corner turned roundly
as familiar as the neck
greeting sound shoulder’s
revival of regard
leading to surviving.

Missing like a sock
at a wedding or cotton
pillowcase on a pillow
the last word of a verse
hanging in air light
enough to demand
being the ending.

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