by Jessica M., 17
hues of daffodil yellow
and burnt orange
stretching across the sky
jumpropes on the verge of breaking
The clouds strolling slowly
The sky a sidewalk
Puffs of ivory brushing against the blue
And naked pencil marks
masked behind layers
of warm paint
as if they were ashamed
My hands escape
Flowing like river currents
No clear direction
The final destination
morphs shadows
And light
captured within the bounds of the canvas
Kaleidoscope of
soft cerulean and
cold crimson
behind a mirror of sky
Moon and sun become one
Lovers holding one another
in a delicate caress
Belmont, California
Bridge Ink 