Shades of Gray

Someone is growing her nails
long and lily-white
putting on her father's boots
and glaring
straight past the looking glass

Someone is archaic
without form tricking
dictionary tropes alight
a lie
a keen against soft midnights
and twilight's standard kiss

Someone is a long discovered virtue
spent and discarded
hiding in shroud's moonlight
a grave dancer picking over cemeteries
for a bone

Someone is taking
the overseas call
with the grandiose overtone of a symphony
slightly out of tune

And someone is a rooftop sunrise picnic
dropping strawberries
untouched
over your head.

Someone is laughing.
Someone is laughing.