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Brown is Mostly Boring - March 27, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 27
  • 1 min read

they share four letters you know

(I’ll wait till you confirm)

 

that brown house down the street

exudes the friendliness of mud

 

another abode’s spread of gravel

looks like lifeless clumps of dirt

 

at least that dusty Hershey’s wrapper

held a few bites of chocolate delight

 

but then I see two gardener’s brown-eyed

brown-skinned labor, yielding palm tree

husks on burlap that match the color of

the half-filled brown plastic can

 

I could cheat and include the beige of sand,

the foundation color for everything desert

 

but with the addition of water it coalesces

into lovely damp brown patches

 

from which spring the greens and reds,

the purples, yellows and blues

 

that drive the boring out of brown

 
 
 

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