But I remembered her favorite color
by hexadecimal color code,
a green so calm and fierce
you would not mistake its fire
in a man's eyes

Here comes the beautiful blonde
in the blue coat that kills me.
She was out in the snow all night
looking for an African
gray parrot that someone
let slip away,
calling with a voice
that could coo even the
wildest of beasts down from the
heights of the cold trees.