Glittering arms, studded with reds and oranges,
Yellows fallen asleep,
Resting on dusty yellow buses.
Arms,
Reaching out to small ones,
Off of dusty yellow,
Into glowing homes.
Reds in stop lights,
In cheeks,
In beating hearts.
Her best shades embrace the land,
Soon to be wiped clean.
– Pihu J.