A Portrait in Greys + 

Will it never be possible + 

to separate you from your greyness? + 

Must you be always sinking backward + 

into your grey-brown landscapes⁠—and trees + 

always in the distance, always against + 

a grey sky? + 

Must I be always + 

moving counter to you? Is there no place + 

where we can be at peace together + 

and the motion of our drawing apart + 

be altogether taken up? + 

I see myself + 

standing upon your shoulders touching + 

a grey, broken sky⁠— + 

but you, weighted down with me, + 

yet gripping my ankles⁠—move + 

laboriously on, + 

where it is level and undisturbed by colors. + 