Splatter Paint on 5th Avenue.

Props to "Doug" for the first line.

It is vital to mix color.
Who wants to walk down 5th Avenue and see:
Blank.
I want to see
Blend
and color
and
The man with the plaid shirt and loafers,
Stretching out his arm:
The other clenching a briefcase,
Reaching with desperate pleases.
Yellow taxi cabs pull up beside the curb
As he steps down from the chaos of a
Citied sidewalk.

And I stand,
And I watch,
And I wonder where he’s headed,
And whether or not he calls his parents during his free time.
Or maybe he knows the Italian accented waiter I met the night before.

I glance down 5th Avenue,
Watching the black man serving pretzels,
And the woman wearing sneakers who talks with her hands,
And the little boy clenching onto his Chinese father’s hand as they walk past the embodied clothing laying on the walkway.

And I think,
All these bodies have their own color.
And I wonder what mine is.
And I want nothing more than to see them mixing
as I walk down 5th Avenue on Sunday afternoon,
Joining them to watch
The most beautiful color of all emerge.

happiness is when the smile in your soul reaches up to your face.