constants i can count on

the blue of the ocean fading to clear

as its waves lap at the sandy shore

the twinkle of constellations brightened by

Their spill of indigo ink across the sky canvas

residue left from the matcha green cloud

as I whisk my iced latte every saturday

the orange rays of the midday sun warming my soul

as efficiently as it browns my beautiful skin

big yellow bumblebees buzzing around, riding

on the lakefront breeze of a Chicago summer

the bright lights tinted violet of Times Square

refracting against the haze of New York City

the rosy red connections of friendships

slowly fading as time marches on