Sunday, June 11, 2006
The Colors of a Summer Evening
By Mary Suggs
All the colors,
Bright, sharp and true,
Blurred here and there
Yet others, strong points of light, standing like
Guideposts by which to trace a path
Across the greensward and back again.
Past cotton candy-colored lassies twirling with the
rhythms of the evening.
Past brown-legged boys, bursting with bright red energy,
And quiet watchful grandfathers blending into the neutral background
While their white-haired ladies sit in striped webbed chairs,
Bravely wearing their modern skirts of clashing colors,
And tired moms and dads in their everyday clothes
look longingly at the bright-hued sparkles of parading youth.
A summer painting, overwashed with the hot yellow
The steaming red of hot dogs, the cool crystal of
A sparkling, cascading color wheel of a Sousa march.
- Mary Suggs lives in Lawrence. Poet's Showcase features work by area poets.