Unexpected art,
flipped, repeated.
The press
stamps images
unique to me.
poem-colour October 29, 2014
“I appreciate
how you’re always
so colourful,” my colleague said,
echoing words I’ve heard before
Sometimes I feel
like a rainbow
in a gray scale world.
Or the one colourized character
in a black and white film.
Someone has
brighten dreary days,
and add vividness to boring views.
It could be you,
but it’s me.
.
