Our hands
no bigger than the daisies
on my lap
reach out to spread
thick red paint
across the sidewalk
the colors feel smooth
until our palms meet jagged cement
attempting to cover grey with red
and next comes blue
swirled with tiny, gritty gravel
hint of green when yellow pours in.
it’s like this all day.
purple on my shoulder
orange on your nose
wrapped in our own rainbow
yet our faces remain
still, straight, blank canvases.
when the night rolls in
to darken our beautiful mess
we retreat, eyes to the ground.
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