The colors don’t sit still here.
They shift from foot to foot,
They move in ceilings and basements
swallowing us into a world where colors
are more than colors
white has eyes that stare right out at you
and black is a hand you can hold.
The colors here, they stroll –
they go on walks in the moonlight
and you never see the same shade twice.
Each color is a stranger to your eye
who will never become familiar enough
to be a friend.