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Friday, December 18, 2015

Crayola Morn - v2

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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