Tomorrow's Canvases Unknown
by Odin Roark

Life's mind colors
Like the number paintings stored in attic webs
Become dust covered pleasures of memories past
When Ferris wheels rotated dreams
Calliope horses pole-galloped gently
Cotton candy played catch-me-if-you-can

How easy awareness painted the future
Laid down the colors most apparent
Reds of sunset passions
Blues of ebb and tide
Yellows of cornfield mazes
Green making all the landings plush as summer lawn

Primary hues
Like even-numbered shapes
Fall short the color containment
Boundaries bleed
Chance pushes risk
Mustards find full-up dance cards
Purples hemorrhage bruises once flawless cover
Gray becomes reality's true color
No blacks
No whites

Simple brush strokes
Evolve to palette knife strata
Thickness of time layers over
Numbered boundaries
Melt away
Framed borders cease to be

How wonderful
This wanderlust
Wisdom's gift-wrapped beginning
Ever grateful the loft-stored memories
Thankful the web's defending watch
Such protects time-made colors
Now with no names
No identity

Initiation's flirtatious way
Patiently mixing
Aroused shades
Tints
Dyes to be cast

Tomorrow's Canvases Unknown