Somberness is the mint
to my hero all shameful and gray
like potatoes flattened by footprints
Orange skies streak to streak and stain to stain
on the crunchy leaves of autumn
before the windows fog up
You see rivers that overflow
and mountains without tops all
because life demanded it that way
One eye then two
which are both mine go
to tell myself how beautifully
imbeautiful our world be
