It was cold in the freshly cut grass on the lawn outside the house.
Inside
the marble of the kitchen island matched the doormats.
Maybe I was the only one that noticed.
No matter.
I saw so many faces
none looking up.
A friend said he saw a UFO.
Twice.
Who am I to judge?
For only fools would try to identify with their own set of irises
what others have seen.
Because my blue is not your blue.
Still
the grass was cold.
And I know that I was not the only one that noticed.
NJL (2012)
