Grand Collective Windows colored on the wall, in various shapes of geometry. People flavored short or tall, all works of their own artistry. Colors bright or darkly tanned, flesh is nothing but a cover. The world is fill, ain't it grand, with all the people we discover. Would be boring if all the same, like staring blindly in a mirror. In being different there is no shame, it just brings us that much nearer. © 2006 Philip N. Carcione |