Color One

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