Black Is Not Black Poem by soren Barrett

Most blacks created from dark blue. Bleach splashed on the fabric bleeding through, Fibers faded.
Clouds were moving in blackness against the horizon spilled into gray staining the white cotton overhead from earlier in the day. Hung on the line, rain drops fell, a saturated dress where bleach worked its spell. What is black and what is white when does day turn into night. The sun is not always bright. When does dark turn into light.