(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Sometimes,
brown and black
lie low,
a troubled surface,
a dig here,
a lump there.
White
appears to thrive,
mixing with
those in the pink
and cream of of Life
Its nobody's world;
the brown and black,
sucking
the rain water
for the roots,
cool down there;
the whites and pinks,
facing a mositure-ous new day
and the green,
opening
up to the world,
as if to say,
"We really can't live without each other,
can we ?"
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