white is the color of
clouds that people say have all the freedom in the world
floating with ease
people are wrong
it is the invisible wind that decides
much like us
except we are behind the steel bars of the classroom while clouds are not
maybe it is the same wherever we go

white is the color
of hospitals
of walls
of hair they call platinum blond
of stags fit for prince charming
and of the dazzeling light i saw reflected from john's head

nice hair cut

i would like a black car