coloring

stop the moving steering wheel, we got here already
white, blue, black and yellow.
this isn’t just the sidewalks anymore.
walls painted green with symbols as descriptions
noises drumming, redness flaring and oranges blown
the skies ooze of gold yellow specks
wondrous moment now.
and when it’s over,
only the colors will stain.

freestyle poem

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