If you were a widow
feeling blue black and green
would you ever go out
so you could be seen? 

If you were a widow
all black blue and red
wouldn’t you simply lie
writhing in bed?

If you were a widow
singing orange is blue
green nearly yellow
could you tip up your toes
dance gently through sorrow
then do it again
let them see you
squirm   dance
hide   sing
all awkward
yet grace
full
again and again
today   tonight  and
tomorrow?