Pencils and Crayons
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I drew stick figures
things were simple
in a pencil world
mistakes were erased
you could start over
but an inchmeal awareness nagged
- the sky isn’t gray, it’s a liquid blue
but crayons were complicated
you couldn’t erase things
mistakes were irrevocable.
and there were 148 colors in the big box
keeping them in rainbow order was work.
growing up is hard
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*Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little by little*
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2023
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