The Pencil Stilts

Little white dresses

And Little white lies

On little red hearts

In little black boxes

Where little sweet

Mischief was sent

For confessing -

Colourful mistakes

pushed to the

Backlight

For a day at

The dry cleaners.

Little white doves

Dressed in little white veils

While the little brown swallows

And the little brown hands

In the mighty brown earth

are forgotten?

No.

Call for the swatches

Paint up the town

Brush strokes and crayons

And giant pencils like stilts

At the carnival.

Mothers, fathers mighty

And gentle

Children bright red

And cherry bold

and sweet lemon

Brothers and sisters

On a wide golden

Horizon

Lovers

In the shape

Of water

In the color of

Everything

And

together

Proud.