Green Mountain Rainbow Girl

I was born to peach parents atop a green mountain, resting in the golden state. They taught me of pink love, lavender kindness, and royal blue respect. She’s a free spirit, they said of me, a rainbow girl.

I followed my red to the crimson city of New York where I studied color and learned the bright caution-colored orange responsibility.

Then I rode my blue over the ocean to the golden island of Maui where I worked on a lavender farm and in a gold jewelry studio, surrounded by aqua waters. In this paradise, I learned the goldness of god.

But I followed my pink heart to the steel grey city of Chicago to see about love. I turned blue and purple all over when he left me but I learned the greenness of starting over.

I packed my things and took my yellow to Los Angeles where I got a job pushing colors and bought a black and white spotted dog with a pink belly.

I sleep under a mustard quilt where I dream in color, mostly of love. Then I wake up and pull my blinds to see the purple jacarandas blooming for me.

I walk my tanned brown feet to the fridge and pop a yellow limoncello La Croix. The cold clear bubbles hit my warm pink throat as I look out from my orange balcony and see, on the horizon, the green mountains that made me all that I am.