Some people say they don’t see color
or caste.

I look for others who do see color
and want to make rhapsodies together
with symphonic us.

I long to see more multiculturing colors
and less monocultural monochromatic
white v black monotheistic responsibility
for opportunities at-risk
among those organically gifted mammals
who don’t believe a colorful Earth
could sacredly matter.

Some people see color and say “Why?”
Yet when we can see that same color
within a prism’s octave unity,
wisdom might well engage “Why not!?”

Ask not what your eagle nation’s indigenous coloring can do for you;
ask what your wise owl poly-colored relationships can do
for our way too straight beige nation.
Or, even better, ask both eagle and owl
light perception and night wisdom
as if co-arising spectral passions
and non-violent resonance.

Some people say they don’t see
or hear
or feel color
but have no problem remembering their own,
and how they are
and are not
appreciated for diverse symphonic opportunities.

I look for those who do see color
and hope to make far more wisdom of it
than I could ever imagine
monoculturally alone
monotheistically lonely
monochromatically white
as an unholistic ghost.

With apologies to John F. Kennedy, taking issue with Ronald Reagan black and white reruns.