Freeverse 308

4/21/20

my son put a dozen or so colorful disks on the ground
you know, those snake fireworks that don't actually make fire or sound
red, black, green, and blue
he observed after they were burnt through
that they were all the same color
they are not so different from us, I uttered
we twist around on the ground of life sometimes in pain
yet inside our color covers we are all made of stuff that's the same
we cleaned the driveway up with a few sweeps
and I searched for paper for this thought to keep

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