Give me the assorted felt tip markers
some with missing caps
the number two Ticonderoga slate gray graphite pencils from the highest rack
a few needing a good sharpening pass
The massive box forest green and
goldenrod yellow backed of stacked crayola wax
several slots filled with broken thoughts
and crayons to match
Give me the dry erase marker standard pack
with a red, a green, a blue and a black
give me the colored pencils and tattered stained stencils
so I can fill in and still win
this shattered heart on my sleeve like a flattered patch
Give me the highlighters
the black and blue medium point bics
run over by a forklift completely jacked
and the watercolor pastel paint set
at which some dumb little boys might laugh
Give me the giant cracked tote
with scratch paper for unwritten notes
mismatched lego pieces for sail boats
and every drawing utensil out of whack
you can imagine at the back of the class
Give me the calligraphy pens
the mechanical gems
the oil based trays
and the spray paint cans
all together in one humongous batch
To color the life that I’ve lived
as a gift that I give
in an epic card to lay in your lap
You can thumb through on your own time
along with echoes of my rhyme
and keep it all gathered up in your pack
Drop the nap sack
Stop the back track
Crop the images racing
down to what’s right in front of you
here and now
rather than the he said she said
snatch and grab
or the clap back
Let my voice be the fast track
to a safe landing in your heart
Let the lines grab the ratta tat tatt
or the bat back
outta your hand
before you flip out snap
and can’t retract or cash back
We’re one savings account
trying to defund and refund
our imagined and actual stack
of past debt
but we can’t cancel the transact
My life has been a broken vibrant kite
flying right
through a rainbow
seen through a kaleidoscope prism
but I’m prepared to start over
and run it back
I’ll need a little bit of everything
to color it true and share it with you
but it is what it is and that’s that