Mural Wall

Look how we are— 
The raggedly pretty,
The eccentric many,
Stoop-seated,
High-booted,
Black fur,
Gray smoke,
Gold in our veins,
Fear in our hearts,
And hope that glimmers in our glassy eyes
Shining back the colors of the street.
Let me be teal,
And you chartreuse,
And you a fiery pink.
And let us hope that when we cross
Our colors don't subdue
But bleed with vibrance
And the contrast between us
Makes the brightest me
And the brightest you—
All for that perfect Story.

Mike LinComment