I thought about the life of colours,
a lot to think of there
God's Paintbox
or the cigar box that held old crayons
worn down to the stub in an early classroom
and the red one always broken
in two when a child bore down too
hard on the paper
wanting to make the
darkest rose appear. or pictures
on Sunday school leaflets;
Joseph's coat that
bothered his brothers but
bedazzled us.
or Noah and all the animals
looking out of the portholes
almost smiling when the rainbow showed up.
our dog smiles we thought
my sister and I
it seemed logical the rest of
the animals could too
especially after what they'd been
through
on the high waters
mary angela douglas 29 february 2016
a lot to think of there
God's Paintbox
or the cigar box that held old crayons
worn down to the stub in an early classroom
and the red one always broken
in two when a child bore down too
hard on the paper
wanting to make the
darkest rose appear. or pictures
on Sunday school leaflets;
Joseph's coat that
bothered his brothers but
bedazzled us.
or Noah and all the animals
looking out of the portholes
almost smiling when the rainbow showed up.
our dog smiles we thought
my sister and I
it seemed logical the rest of
the animals could too
especially after what they'd been
through
on the high waters
mary angela douglas 29 february 2016
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