as colorless as
the tears of the boy, abandoned by his
friends and trying to push back
tears inside his eyes?
Is it blue as the shocked
veins of the dog, kicked,
stoned by urchins, deserted in busy streets
and left to the mercy
of two-legged mammals?
Or is it salty white
like the waves crashing
on the shore, touching the unrelenting land
with gentle smoothness while
retreating empty?