by David Andrés Alíx

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From Google Image Search

You can’t decide if you are yellow or if you are green

So you keep yourself somewhere in between

A fine hand you have which is sad when hung

In a closet to dry after the delicate cycle

Reflecting black

You rejoice when hand wrung in Woolite and water

And spread on a flat

Under the brilliant sun

Reflecting back

Your color into the eye of your wearer

You breathe a life of your own

You most unusual sweater