a white room

i was standing in a white room and there was a view of a world

a world where art was something and children moved in their classrooms

while music played by players of music wafts up toward the heavens where it came from

and a dog was sleeping on a white painted porch

i was dreaming of a white room and a 45 was going round and round on the turntable

outside the bells were ringing and a berry in my mouth

they were holding on to a white book and the pages were white and full of words we could not see

i was planning a white day and picked up a paintbrush

for sara