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.