Color-Mania

Today's thoughts are color-filled.

Golden Rod drips from my brush strokes
Pumpkin Spice rolls from the sweep of my arm.

swabs and wisps of yellow and orange
are whisked onto pant legs
skin
sink
forelocks
footwear

leaving a signature
for later amusement:
at the gas pump
in class
and in future loads
of otherwise
clean laundry.

fusions of happy color
(that lived apart from each other-
hopeful-
in dull metallic pumps
in the paint department)
come together on our walls
and resemble the cardboard samples
(which are tucked into window frames
here and there)

but are better

because of drips and rolls
sweeps and whisks
flecks and dribbles
and swipes.

my color-fix
is met

for today!

(Thanks, Friend #12)