(inspired by the event at Cafe Angelique at Grove and Bleeker St.

It sleeps in a coffin
Readying its way
For a life of other colors
Created by gray.

Melting, its body -
Bold yet serene,
But the artist of its figure
Is often unseen.

Traces, it leaves
Here and there:
Pictures, poems,
Gestures of care.

So who could prepare
For such a scene
As to see its coffin
Spilling green?

Shall I call black
To bring in the team?
Or white with their linen
To sow up the seam?

What of yellow and blue,
Will they divorce themselves too,
Forever from the lovemaking hue?

Or perhaps it'll all smudge
And brown will become judge?

Whatever happens, I'll be okay
Cause I've found red
And she's here to stay.