• Hues of Purple Red and Blue
    Escape my grasp
    I see only Black and White and Gray
    as the wash over my workings
    My children don't run and jump
    they aren't flesh and blood.
    They are marionettes made
    of the pulp of trees.
    I can't see past the forest
    of A's and B's and C's.
    I can't see the life
    that once thrived between the lines.
    I see only words
    and only the flashing
    of the small line
    that shows
    where I
    stopped
    typing........|