Better for me to simply say
my very favorite color's gray.
Instead, I tried to explain
how it's the color of winter and wonder and rain.

And how can I complain?
Sparrows wake me every day
and every night I hear the trains
pulling, pulling, pull away.

I hear the thunder slowly fade.
I grew up in a leafless shade.
So many things I try to say;
I throw my words, they ricochet.

I ought to simply state my name
and bite my tongue; but in vain
for what from small talk can be gained
when we could talk about winter and wonder and rain?