Red and White
go together like magic
as though Red were
bright colored paint
and White were
crisp clean paper
for Red to play on
and dance across
to weave patterns on
until White
completely disappears
and they are one.
White a nourishment
on which Red feeds.
Red clinging to
the support of White
and not floating off
into space.
If they could but
mix
there would be pink.
When White
has been smothered
by Red
and drowned out
or drowned within
and Red decides
to stay with White
no longer
how does Red
unpaint itself
from the fibers
that so willingly
absorbed it,
so complacently
allowed the change
from empty White paper
to whatever you call
altered White,
discolored by Red,
soaked through to the core
unable
or unwilling
to wring itself clean?
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Poems & Stories
PoetryThese are some poems and stories for kids. They are written for early readers and reflect different styles of verse.
