what are you like?
I am too close to see,
your fluid mosaic washes over my memory
I cannot distinguish between failing and strength
you are so beautiful. All of you is beautiful.
Still delightfully marvelous as in childhood, red-blue
rich in yellow
only growing more lovely with time
I remember you in crayon, water, and glass
my rage always the Frog
to your wise, calm Toad.