Stygian blue, a poem

at first just a single color appeared to me
aubergine
like the faintest hint of dawn
then, a few minutes later
ultramarine
like the eyes of a newborn baby
quickly following that
coral
like so many tropical seas
before I knew it
all manner of colors arrived
in a flash of word association
bend of the knuckle
skin of the egg
russet, plum, and soursop
elderberry, date, and endive
sunburnt flesh
hyperbolic orange
stygian blue

abandoned car in Death Valley

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