hiawatha's other song

i saw
a colour today.

brown
it was;

like the skin
between your fingers
soft
with funny wrinkles
when stretched.

or a tree
before
april autumn tv
taunted us with news
of summers far away.

i saw
a colour today.

white
it was;

like the skin
between your fingers
soft
with funny wrinkles
when stretched.

but the trees aren't white yet.
will they, too, soon be?

[published in blackmail press 26]

2 comments:

mesjay said...

feels like a pretty poem but i can't guess its message!I still believe in a message beyond the medium.

feddabonn said...

just thinking aloud, mesjay, on questions of race/colour. there is a more detailed discussion on my facebook.