Techicolor Again

By Shea Campanella ‘24

gray gray gray

I hope you gray with me.

and when the skies are blue

I hope that you’re there too.

as they become more yellow

you and I too mellow.

then they turn to green

to more we haven’t seen.

for nights and days bright red

we never go to bed.

as they turn more lilac

we never seem to look back

from chasing after this pigment

we’ve been able to invent.

times start to grow azure

steadily I become more sure.

and though we see a sunset pink

I hold on to you, my link.

the sky begins to teal

your hand in mine is real

and the next time that we gray

I know that you will stay.