Palabras Grises (Gray Words)
How did the twenty year old figure out uncertainty
Five and a half decades before I did?
So calm, so pensive, he sits, ponders,
And then declares: “Un otro caso de palabras grises.”
I am stunned,
I who saw, and still see, the universe in black and white.
Thought of him when I grabbed a bunch of yellow brown
Mexican hats – surviving a drought – by their roots, and carried them off.
Good or bad?
He’d say, as ever: “Un otro caso de palabras grises.”
I’d know, exactly, his angle.
Fine to have the flowers in a vase – mine.
Selfish for taking them from eyes – others’.