The color Red,

Three quarters of a golden circle,

A cardboard rectangle that’s black.

A plastic cube,

A desk,

A wall,

A patch of dirt.

The place where my kid drew a line.

My thoughts scattered around

In little black books and

Outside is the tremendous Green.

In a corner the plastic table

Where he likes to eat his lunch.

Sometimes

When the spirit takes him

He climbs on top

And sings.

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