coffee with cream smoother. salt with pepper spicier. black with white gray. except that he is not white; people call him white but he is kind of pinkish beige. and she is not black; people call her black but she is a lovely rosy mocha brown color. and I am not gray. am I smoother for the mix? perhaps. am I spicier? likely. but gray? no. people ask me frequently what I am. I tell them I'm a poet.
10/16/2005
Sounds good to me.
Clever and thought-provoking poem. My eyes and my mind were dancing together throughout.
That will do me. I am very fond of poets. Indeed some of my friends are poets. I like the challenges implied in your poem.