Black
Black is the sky in big sky country.
Black is the charred boar,
with blackberry jam.
Black is the flavor of choice,
the speaker of colors the one with voice.
Black is the tea and the liqour to apease.
Black is the current
that washes away the moment.
Black is the priest,
that the congregation elects.
Black is the tide and the ties that bind.
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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