Purple- Like the emperor’s robe, covering the penitent’s bruise are my little ones upon my soul.
Blue- As the remorseful tear and the expectant minutes before dawn, so is my child that scrapes his shin and longs to be large like me.
Green- The day-old shoot of a blade of grass, and the tart lip smack of a granny smith, are my newly born lives as they jealously long for their rival sibling’s boring toy.
Yellow- Like the sweating sun turned up too high to squint wandering eyes and my honest ones when they are certain the mountain lion will eat then on today’s hike.
Orange- As a neon big stick, sweet on the lips, but grainy off the ground, like my little pumpkins that please the senses while exhausting all parental energies.
Red- Like a blacksmith’s furnace, aglow with life that melts unyielding structures, like my little flashes of flesh, that break down all social structure, and yet melt my heart.
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