My ninety-six count crayon box
must be almost fifty years old
Sharp and sleek
have become
little nubbins
Bright and dark
worn down
to flat and dull
Children's hands
outside the lines
Teens creating eyesores
College dwellers
trying to be
neat and orderly
Open rarely
for decades
Who has the time for rainbows
Now
as the last box for us all begins to beckon
I am
once again
outside the lines
creating eyesores
April 11, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 11
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