The inner curves of wet conch shell
rolling in a rushing wave swell;
an edge of rose with dripping dew
so clear in rays of a dawn new;
sheen of milk glass held a-high
to catch a beam & deny the sly;
small baby kitten’s upturned ear
never could one be held so dear;
light frilly edges of the macuili,
heart-shaped dicentra spectrabili;
flamingos rigid in pond or yard
spoonbill feathers seen by bard,
charity ribbons or in child’s hair
flashes color of youth or care.
Mary Kay could not dominate
this lovely hue from the palette.