Crayola Morn – v2
Smell the bold colors,
Their scent rich in
my nostrils,
Illuminated on the
branches before me as I drive.
Low sunlight piercing
the dawn behind me
Pulling me west on a
Crayola morn’
McIntosh red and day
lily yellow
Blood crimson and
pumpkin orange
Cinder simmering on
the stove
A stick of cinnamon
crunched underfoot
A fragrance unfurled
Fall hues on God’s
pallet
Memory of construction
paper leaves,
Cut with blunt-dull
scissors,
Mashed potato paste
we used
To make our
masterpieces
For the kitchen refrigerator
Malleable colors from
the big box
Sharpener in the
side, thick with shards, shavings
Clear evidence of
familiarity, of use;
Peeling the label
back, concentrating
To get the fine point
To stay within the
lines
Crisp air, pale blue
brightening,
Hard shadows falling,
fading;
Cirrus on the
horizon, bright sun in my rearview
Dead leaves on the
yellow line;
Taste of vivid color
on the wind
Stark in their
fleeting purity
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edited December 18, 2015
Crayola Morn’
Started 10/17/02 ,
with a name
Edited 10/29/02
17:55
Completed 10/30/02
10:50
Crayola Morn’
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