Passing Remark by William Stafford
In scenery I like flat country.
In life I don’t like much to happen.
In personalities I like mild colorless people.
And in colors I prefer gray and brown.
My wife, a vivid girl from the mountains,
says, “Then why did you choose me?”
Mildly I lower my brown eyes —
there are so many things admirable people do not understand.
This poem was selected by Olivia M. (Reader’s Services)