sky high poetry

what color is the sunrise?

yellow, walls of my house that's not a house but it's home

purple, not lavender syrup in my matcha
the color of my favorite old work shirt.

my cheeks, turn pink
when he tells me i'm pretty
i know, but i like it more on his lips.

orange, sweet summer citrus
not my favorite flavor, but it'll do.

red, lines that fade to white fade to a memory
out of the shower now, i'm finally clean.

dark and dreary blues are now yellow, purple, pink, orange, red
as still water dances with the silty shoreline
i stop to take a picture

at 6:20 am, it's just me
the river
chilly morning air
a world at my fingertips.

what color is the sunrise?
i'll go with pink

no, yellow
or red?
doesn't matter.

that's not what this is about, anyway.