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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