My colors aren’t quite shining, on this dim lit day. I’m usually pinks and purples, now I’m just plain grey. People see right through me, although I shine quite bright. Sparkling in the sunshine, hiding late at night. Some say I’m well rounded i’d like to think so too. But this misty little mess, Can’t help feeling blue Or red, Or 50 shades of green. That’s why I’m on the spectrum. Whatever that may mean.
This article appears in Eleven Weeks Till Curtain.
Loved this one. A lot of meaning packed into the brevity. Like its rhythm and pace, too.’