Poem: Recollection

Yellow wheat waves softly in the calm midmorning wind

The black shadows of the distant forest rear their two-dimensional heads

The teal hat of the sleeping centaur threatens to fly away in the breeze

The newly painted orange walls seem to call out for attention

The pages of the traveler’s magazine smell of purple ink

Grey water ripples as a boat cuts through it

A red barn stands out clearly, outlined against the dimming sky

The statue stares at me, lonely, in the magenta light.