Isolated in the center green, without much knowledge of what the others tended to want or feel. The orange desk is rooted in the corner adjacent to the empty bed.
Falling petals, yellowing grasses, hazy mid-mornings, draping the bluing backdrop until he popped, delighting while sliding along the orange *****.
Lifting off from below the violet swell, spilling out onto the day, dead trees, brittle brown, scaring the babies.
Candlelight illuminates the brown chair casting shadows where he once sat, moonlit white shown along the river's edge.
Lifting off from below the violet swell, spilling out onto the day,