How can a road go two ways? Can up be a color, red. When drinking rum, it can. redrum. Murder, she wrote. ~ Sarcazmo
Dang, I’m a poet and didn’t even know it.
Poetry is easy.
It sounds like the sort of lefty intellectual comfort food they serve up on NPR:
“Who shouted for joy at the birth of the color blue? When I look once more at the sea, does the sea see me or not see me? Why do the waves ask me the same questions I ask them?”