Sonnet Where We Walk into the Museum in Cuffed Jeans and Rainbow Socks

Sometimes we wear colors that describe us —we embrace, hold life a little longer to our lips, Chagall-kiss fate. Once we thought we were faded, but we were tired of living in a plot we didn’t paint. Sometimes we wish the wild parrots would build a nest in our yard, be the applause in nature’s serenade. Give us the true colors of starshine, bi-luminescence, as we scribble out the r in gray. Let’s slay the final masterpiece—sashay we stay. The sky greets us, a spectrum where we find our way, trust in the mosaic, kaleidoscope, the canvas where we play.

                                                             - Kelli Russell Agodon