Color Me With Sprinkles Poem by Holly Jamestone

Blue

The sky at the beach with the seagulls who are nearly in our reach


Green

The margaritas with the crushed ice and the crystalline salt around the glass brim


Yellow

The mustard on the dogs at the Yankees’ game or [insert your favorite team name here]


Red

The blushing that courses through one’s veins with the rush of a first kiss


Black

The ebony keys on the piano that gleam next to the glass of scotch - neat


White

The silken dove that cleanses our thoughts or weeps with us when we need a good cry before the calm


Rainbow

The days we feel like having Neapolitan ice cream


(7-31-2013)
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