if it's too loud
screams like hot pyrotechnic
flamboyant thigh stuffed neon lycra
a taught jazzercise tangerine technique
the eye discounts a sight that excites
as too synthetic, improbable
sees instead as natural the duller hues of manufacture
if it's too common
casino flicker slots beckoning
a bold yellow slap plastered on unseemly concrete
what danger warning once was becomes
ubiquitous, the mind trains not to see
finger scroll conditioning
the golden yellow tape proclaming
"do not cross"
what if our true nature was
the toucan crowning flash
vermillion macaw plume
rose prismatic sun refractions
amethyst sky enfolded, colour bent only in time
the mallard's mandarin plume
golden lilac anemone, if plastic blurred
witnessed through a snorkel, some forever Sunday afternoon
About the Creator
Gillian vR
Bi white lady
Crafter of words since 1994
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