Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

The Color of Summer

Dining on yellow
the color of summer.
The minutes of happy come.
The whiteness of petals
sing
where shall we go
to lift up our heads
and rejoice?
The night rolls in fast
like a turtle on skates
yanking down
purples
and blues
with the sun.
But I will be here
with a gun in my hand
shooting down stars
one by one.