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:
feels like a pretty poem but i can't guess its message!I still believe in a message beyond the medium.
just thinking aloud, mesjay, on questions of race/colour. there is a more detailed discussion on my facebook.
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