Color Shift

“I’m Blue, shifting to Turquoise

I can do whatever my imagination decides.

There is no reason not to change that sign, sing that song

How did I not know this before?” She says to Orange. She,

now Turquoise, begins to morph slowly, steadily into a fragile light Green, then

Yellow, thin, tentative, but bright.

Finally, she’s walking in alignment with Orange, and they glide around, strong vibrant illumination.

It seems to her, in a way, that she’s always been Orange too.

But then, she sees them, a random meeting on the street. The Violets.

She is there with Orange, vibrating strongly as they walk along.

When they meet, the Violets look her up and down.

Orange compliments her in front of them.

But the Violets remain mute, not giving an inch, and stare at her, with their crimson judging.

She begins to shift from her innocent glowing Orange to a thin Yellow, then the fragile Green,

Aquamarine, fading.

Orange sees it, takes her hand, and they walk away.

Over the course of the rest of the afternoon with Orange,

the frail Blue turns slowly to a vibrant Green, then

a strong Yellow,

And finally, by evening she is a rich Orange again.