Colors are Transmissions

“colors are transmissions”

    you said

“transmissions from somewhere else”

you always crave transmissions

from somewhere else

shortwave radio broadcasts

rife with the chi of center earth

public access television

from deep in a rainforest

snippets of exotic musics

  raining down

  dust from the stars . . .

you sit tucked into a corner

your face pressed against a small window

wanting another street

          magical, luminescent

          other –

you would leave your room, go

  down into that gray street,

have someone stake you bus fare,

  if only you knew where to go