Bright blue green The Sea is a silken cloth Tossed around the shoulders of wealth.
Dark grey it is A woolen charity Scratching the shoulders of the poor.
When the color of rusted copper It is a thick rubber mat Rolled back at tapered edges to reveal The crags of earth Thrusted up by misfortune And sullied by time.
Like lead by moonlight It is the pavement We pound on, Crumbling in some places Smooth in others.
White hot and reflecting the sun It is what we could be, What we sometimes are. The intense, pin point light.