Crayons Revisited
There were only eight colors
in a flat box.
They were round
constantly rolling
challenging
our dexterity.
We colored
“inside” the lines
lest we be chastised.
When we dared
we mixed the colors
made rainbows
challenged the “status quo”,
ventured “outside”
the lines
searched
for the Leprechaun
and his pot-a-gold.
John G. Lawless
©8/20/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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