Crest Fallen

the box of Crayola’s has fallen to the floor like pick-up sticks they lay, crisscrossed and I without a partner or a pair of jacks rolled paper named & swirled in ink of black periwinkle and puce displayed side by side the candied rainbow huddles like children whispering at play lilac and orchid cuddle see the rusty red and the crimson lay grin and giggles surround the paper pages as the parents are kept at bay lemon yellow is the sun and saffron the flower in the bay pink the fingers which grasp and pile the colors so arrayed, by the fallen box of crayons in the golden light of day 4/12/14