A white pebble, that looks like marble
Has been dyed a tepid orange by red soil dampened by rain.
One layer of small yellow flowers with brown anthers
That has been trampled quite mercilessly into the hot tar
Lies below a second layer because the tree refused to give up.
Three pink bubble gum wrappers form a scalene triangle
With silver insides that glitter shyly from behind
The wrinkled blue man with his arms folded over an inflated rubber chest.
A butter yellow dead butterfly
That has one wing torn out of its back
And the other ragged wing lies quite still.
Your toes that have a milky white crescent
At every end of a smooth pink rounded square of nail.
And my eyes.