Night and Fog
The Night delights
in these tiny bits of color.
She swallows up the yellow stars
and hides them in
backrooms and barns
before the Nazi's black boots
can carry them away.
Red lipstick and a navy dress
are left behind
on a patchwork quilt
of lives that were never
truly their own.
Cream colored sweaters
thick as the rising gray
conceal the pink scars
of their ancestors.
Thank God
the Night favors yellow.
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