The blues stood next to the whites.
The reds near the browns and golds.
Grey wanted to hog the middle.
Navy gave us some relief.
Lilac wound a path.
Purple made an appearance.
As did black.
Lime green skirted the edge.
Pink pretended not to care.
A small mass of smoky grey laughed!
They let themselves fall
Onto the cream paper.
They let the paper feel their weight.
A marching burgundy swirled in
For the capture!
They rested in relief.
The trashcan stood near
Empty, without hope of being included.
It could have been worse
They told themselves.
“We have been saved,” the colors said.
“We have new purpose, we stand together.”
“The woman called us art,” they said.
Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting