COLOR OF HOME

the proud loud shout
of red letter days a’glow
shone like crimson
crayola through windows
of glass and crumbled
walls of gray stone
in the small Ohio town
of these mornings and nights
of repeating deep
dreams where blue river
rapids, old busy buildings
and an ongoing urge
of full lively streets
mix and marry
in a playful splurge
of colorful traffic
and the endearing
motion of crowds,

a beckoning dear city
pictured in affection
hope and belonging,
with a warm cozy home
to enter embody and name,
curious sidewalks for strolling
exploring with ease,
and an enduring life
no longer the same,
to recreate and plaster
with paint from the bright
oozing pallet of Mars--

a sanguine abode
of seamless dreaming,
this gathered up dwelling,
vivid vision on loan,
touched down to earth,
my one and my own!