Rosa's Blues

She thinks pink when shopping for summer clothes, her funny face in tune with the old-fashioned airs of romance.

She pretends her life is set against a Parisian backdrop, each step measured in cherished moments.

Love liberates her to life; nurturing her creativity and accepting her flaws.

Scarcely any shades of gray but an awful lot of Ma Rainey’s blues.

Her heart is bluish green above, pink in the center, red below, variegated with oval spots of brilliant gold.

Her soul sits along the visible light spectrum between red and white, she is light and fascinating.

She is humble and whole, yet existing on a scale, in a world that withholds and binds.

Her name is a tint of red, not truly a color, and it modestly sits amid a lack of confidence and innocence.

With dovelike flushes of first love, she intentionally and patiently waits, for vibrant love to appear, and like her shopping spree for a new summer wardrobe, it never gets old.