Wild Coarse Gray

Spaghetti straps

of blue

cotton

rest gently

on my

sun kissed

shoulder. 

The bright

red metal

encloses 

the world

right now.

Fields of

yellow

allow

the herd to

rest at 

the throne

of memory. 

Pistachio green

calls out 

to my lips 

as I let

my coarse

gray hair

dance 

in the wind. 

Wild.