Saturday, May 12, 2012

Shades of Gray

for Alisha

I see fewer shades of gray
these days, have a crisper appreciation
for the black and white of things.

I can see deep inside colors
I never knew existed. I squint
and stare, tilt my head, smile a lot.

The other day I swear I watched
rain fall for the first time.
Each drop holds a rainbow, you know.

Of course you know. You put them there.

Poetry Breakfast - May 12, 2012

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