Pink

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.