Split

I found a plain split in two,

On one side it was green, and on the other it was blue.

A strange sense of longing was then set.

Like land meeting the sea,

the two halves sung out to me.

I wondered what color would form if ever the two sides met.

If they could come together as one,

as the horizon does each day with the sun,

Would they transform into something new?

I can only imagine the impossibility,

of these two lawns trapped in immobility,

Forever being only the colors of green and blue.