White - Poem by Rhonda Baker
Sure you think of white; as the newly fallen snow,
But when force to think outside the box, then where would your mind go?
Would it think of Dogwoods high upon a hill?
Or of grandma's daisy's growing under the window sill.
Do you think of sheets drying on the line?
Or of a wedding dress, from another time.
Do you see piano keys? Altered with ebony, all lined up in a row.
Or a child eating ice cream while in his mothers tow?
Do you see white rabbits, or Calla lilies in a vase?
Do you see the whites of someones eyes, while looking at there face?
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