The shingled structure wears a charcoal stain,
appearing almost black (or uber gray).
But when the sunshine lights each window pane,
the way it did at 3 p.m. today,
it wears a face of silver. That display
examples how appearance varies so.
My fondest enemy has an array –
she’s soft tonight, and other than a foe.


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