If everything was blue our ending would appear
happier; we'd call
a break a beginning
If everything was red my anger would dull
against the sky
day's end
If everything was white I'd not be a bride
but a woman
without a cage
If everything was black you'd stop forgetting
you loved me
Mother Earth fast
asleep
If everything was green we'd see the ugly
of homeless Azalea's
their withering parts
like our belief
in goodbye
meaning something