a meditation on the inhalation of dust

5 syllables too many

After art class,

where I talk with colored chalk,

I walk home,

where I blow rainbows from my nose.

Reviews

[Paul Ramnora]

I go to art class regularly every Tuesday at London's Morley College. I think, that's most probably why I feel such a very strong sense of identity with this poem. POEM, truly, me and you are all ONE! ;-)

[Snuggles McClintock]

i concur. Stop talking with colored chalk

[Emily B]

just right, I would say