Waking up to the sun, I think I should go for a walk.
But, I don’t.
Instead, I bring the sun into my home and my being.
To go magenta red, or mango orange?
I mix the magenta with the mango and shake.
No decision needed.
I emerge from pink pool at one with the sun.
I am the same colour as my t-shirt.
Rich, polished and of high quality.
I stand under a sunbeam, and prepare to admire
my mirror-image self.
Rusty. Leaky. And cast in iron.
I stretch out my wings
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019