Music In My Hands Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Spray colored-rainbow-can
dance to the music of my hands

A switch, a pop and pop again
in reds, now blues—will tell them all
I'm the artist in this land

Controlled with tender-loving care,
will bring highlights to his orange hair

a pug-nose pink or yellowish brown
will modify his sad-sad frown.

To all of this I do confess
of the thrill and happiness

that I bring to rundown alleys
and large-large walls in need of folly—

and to the hearts that wake and stare
at the artistry displayed there.