"how boring to see only black and white"
said the patient traveler seated on the greyhound bus,
"such rigid lines are unnatural, human creations,
that seem intent to divide us from truth"

look past those reflections in the tempered glass
to see a world passing by at impressive speed
in vivid blooming shades and vibrant but fading hues
and know that even life and death

do not restrict themselves to
simply black and white.
gray skies lie overhead yet
there is so much shade and color in-between.