Black and White

It's black or white and
never grey -
that's what they say.
Society beaten
black and blue
with and old white shoe.
And who knew
what to do
when the sky turned
pink - 
what to think? 
A white hot canvas
ruined by ink.

I know the clouds 
are sometimes grey -
I've watched them play.
The sun would heat them
yellow and gold
without being told.
And who hoped
that someday 
those shadows might
burn -
when will we learn? 
To stand in line
and wait our turn? 


26 June 2011

The End

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