I want to be a crayon today
instrument of imagination
intermediary to ideas
incendiary to action
A familiar of the hand
the color of thought
iridescent when I want to be
waxy smooth
I want to be hugged
by cinnabars and ceruleans
blended on rag
with indigo and heliotrope
always firm
except when radiated
easily sharpened
shaving of once was
proud scribble of sunday
the purple of saturday
melting all over you
I want to be a crayon today
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