the colour of saffron

i was six when i learned to read
letters and i did not need to speak
ever again. so i thought, if i knew
how to read notes, i would not need
to hear, and if i knew how to read
braille, i would not need to see.
and even now, forty years later,
i am still pensive at the mention
of dawn in robe of saffron.

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