two old

grass green



mauvey purple

            sun orange

little-boy blue

everything is muted and hushed

like an early color photograph faded by time

there is a little girl whose soft c’s slur into “sh’s”

balloons as big as her carry the importance of the occasion

spreading the news far and wide

for her everything is brilliant but blurry

like looking through the wrong end of a kaleidoscope

big brown eyes stare solemnly up into the sky

watching the colors float away

wondering gently where they’ll land …