Just In Impression

You can color the world by simply
adjusting the output of red green and blue—
layering upon the void that lies beneath glass vacant
a warm touch. How could one hope to convey
the same depth of lavender hue found dancing across
the pavement a shadow pulls towards its rooted trunk.
That glimpse of lavender only seen a specific time of day
that could only otherwise been seen with the scaling of blue
balanced with an even dose of red of green. But that color
then loses all warmth and meaning—to be defined
alphanumerically and stuffed into the category grey.
Memories draw black of that lavender hue accompanying
us those afternoons spent sticky sweet
plum juice across our cheeks.