April 5, 2021

Gravity by Sha Huang

In January
all innocent colors have to die again
Trees hold up their skeletons
Black fingers reach down
to fish their own ghosts in the swamp
Wild berries have fallen to the ground
Their blood has dried out
brewing the mellowest black in the mud

Do you know that if we mix all primary colors we will get black?
A color that lives on all colors
A color with gravity that draws and engulfs

That explains why
when looking into a dead well
you are always tempted to fall freely
into its dark core



Sha Huang is a poet and art lover. She grew up in China and now teaches Chinese language and Asian cultures at a university in the US. Her poems appeared in more than 20 literary journals and anthologies in China and the U.S, including Verse-Virtual, Trouvaille Review, The Wild Word, and Chinese and Western Poetry (中西诗歌).  

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