Thursday, January 11, 2018

SINCE YOU MENTIONED IT,

how many colors could
possible be

out there in this world
of wind—

of it fire and its
feathers,

its seeds
and its flowers—what animation,

what valor
left to be dreamed?

and is it really
the dullards

or their governors
who say

have it your way—
the world is ugly

and the people
still confusing

what's true
with what is beautiful,

still arguing back and
forth until black-

and blue in the
face—which

anyway, are just two more
shades of gray.