Monochrome Rainbows

They’re magical because they

still see the world in color.

Rainbows still exist

and white unicorns

are how they get

from Point A to

Point B.

Money’s just silly paper

used to buy snacks

and if they hide

behind the brown, oak tree

long enough they’ll disappear

and become gnomes.

I wish I knew the moment

our eyes shifted

and saw only monochrome.

Maybe we would’ve held on longer to

our mother’s green skirts used as magic carpet rides

or colored further outside the lines because our

creativity had no bounds.

It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

But their sticky hands remind

us to sprinkle some fairy dust.