blush

by Kendall T., 11

smooth, silky, flooding
hard, cold, round
You taste it and you see everything.
pink sky, flowers
You feel them.
soft, thin, a blend of white into blush
The pollen spreads, floats in the air as if it were a sprinkle of fireflies
constantly glowing in the sunset.
Clouds are diamonds and fall as cotton candy.
You hear your dad’s old music playing as if it was an orchestra of crickets.
You dance to the peaceful beat of the chirps.
The song that was stuck in your head is pulled out to sea.
The ocean lets go of the kiss it gave to the shoreline.
The water is sweet, not salty, and brunette.
You taste it and fall in.
You see strawberries everywhere.
There is nothing you could ask the world to change.