The sun's yellow scratched the cobalt blue of the sky
as one impassioned burst moved it far outside the line

So flustrated pigeon toes pecked at the linoleum's speckle
while Hillary and Scott cupped giggles over their freckles

At another small mistake that could not be erased
for crayola's colored wax medium evaded such grace

When round she strolled peering over half circles of glass
through which gigantic black pupils approved each with a pass

And around she tromped with cackling sounds against the floor
by pointy leather winged shoes each topped with eyelets of four

Until she suddenly stopped silent signaling someone's doom
my head began to pound within a shroud of musty sweet perfume

As spotty wrinkles pulled up my paper and pushed out a sad sigh
that green exhaust from martian rockets was not a good reason why

Nimble kindergarten fingers moved without precise intention
therefore it failed to be good enough, frowned her final decision

Which unknowingly birthed my defiance of artistic suppression
not believing bursting beyond boundaries begets imperfection