NEW POETIC ORDER

The ground turns purple 

And I want much more 

I’m not leaving yet 

But I can see the door. 

Could be red 

Could be blue 

There’s no either , when it comes to you.

You’re purple all over, through and through.

Your place is purple.

I want much more,

I’ve not quite left yet,

But I’m at the door. 

One of us is blue,

And the other is red, 

I don’t know who is who, 

And what we’ve said.

But purple isn’t warm

And purple isn’t cold