where you see one thing i see another
depth where you see shallow
generous to your narrow
green to your grey
hero to your callow
you tease me with your pale colors
amused by your coyote tricks
while i smell the wolf
and taste the winter
of your summer
there is no fool behind door #2
no sycophant jester performing for the tools
i see the glory while you see the grim
sky blue to your idiot sublime
waking up to your full cup
again and again
begin
