Wonders came my way, strolling carefree and merry
Stopped for a chat
"What color is the sky do you think" they said pointing a finger to the heavens
One eyebrow lifted in puzzlement
Then, finger down on their chin, creasing eyebrows, they set a foot on a rock, the other always on the gravels
"What say you stranger?"
"I say the sky is a reflection of what you want it to be. A happy rainy grey, a depressing white, a blue hue, or lilac"
"What a delightful thought said the wonders"
And off they went, a skip in their stroll, flinging their cane in front of them, a whistle and a tune.
- Technicolor poet -
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