These tiny little magic wands I love,
creating wonder, hours full of fun.
Name the colors of imagination:
A jubilee of melted popsicle,
leftovers escape dripping down my chin.
Citrus just within reach, plucked peeled and juiced.
Like a brilliant burst of sour squeeze,
hanging bright and shiny in summer sky.
As freshness sealed in tiny leaves, as gum
I chew, enjoying my kissable breath.
Wild ones, polka dot my morning muffin.
In the vineyard find these bunches hanging,
or savor late and call it cabernet.
Warm rich spice, dusting atop a latte.
Chewy candy ropes of coal, dark and sweet,
smuggled into the movie theater.
All of these I use, filling many books
and pages blank. I let the image rise.
~Gordon Hays 2013