Monday, December 7, 2009



He says-- "why must you draw
so many lines in the sand? The world
is gray."

But without variance of tone, value,
without black of ink and white of paper
And a thousand shades between
there is no Picture.

There is no sentence, either

There is no word written at all
without the black of ink
set against the white of paper.

I suppose
is the difference
between us--

he likes the look of gray

And I still cling to a Picture.