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I hate everything blank--
Black and white
There's another shade of gray
That refuses to let its head up,
But time is coming
For everything to emerge
Changes on the wings
Of red tipped blue jays
Call in the middle of the night.
Light shines on darkened paths
And the moon opens up the land.
Isn't it gray? Isn't it silver yet?
Boredom and isolation
If gone unnoticed
Can create discord
Among stars and winters.
Telephones, sometimes
Are the only things that talk--
And no matter how strong
The green lines
Create themselves,
I can attest
That they are not always correct.

jkg 2-21-03