Poland is pink

A friend of mine says she sees people in color. I see places in color. Poland, you are pink.

Well, maybe you're only pink because I liked your pink church,

and your pink ballet school,

and one special friend who, if I too could see people in color, I would call pink. Thank you, Poland, for being Pink.

Maybe next time I am with you I can call you something more poetic like egg shell white, or sun-flower yellow. But for now, I like that you are a regular, beautiful pink.