Dot
A black dot
Outside the river
So trivial
So remote
So tiny
Swings
While I'm afloat
Grows
As I approach
Compose
While I broach
Into a dance of colors:
The gray so scarce
Alike this day
From dark red comes
A reminder that has bled
And the several shades of yellow
From below to the vast blue
My mellow fellow
Adieu