My picket fence is higher now
and it’s not orange, but
two shades of blue.
A gentler hue.
If you look
closely, you’ll see
I’ve set yellow yard boundaries
differently
and my teal front door
was open, so wide open.
It’s closed now,
deadbolted.
I’ve added windows
to let more white light in.
There are cracks, and I
kintsugi’d them
gold.
My walls are taller now,
they’re not gray but
vibrant and alive with
plants reaching for sky,
green like the key of lime,
purple like blueberry pie,
deep pink like cherry cotton candy,
silver like the sparkle of the sea,
beige like soft goose down,
yellow like banana just before it browns,
brown like rich earth under river rock,
they bring small comforts that you never saw.
Lao Tzu said 5 colors
make a man blind.
Which colors make a man
kind?
All your sad
shades of gray
have no place in my
kaleidoscope home
so thank you, for
shutting the door
quiet as ash
on your way out. 🩶
