Rainbow Silly Putty Poem by Tea Kawana

Let me sit still in your palm.

Let me sit still in your palm, and
Tolerate I implore you
My being mean green,
My being warm and vibrant orange,
From my anonymity of black which draws
You to question our familiarity
To a surprised confidence of a cool, clean blue
Which restores and repairs your uncertainty.

Mysterious purple I may become and may hold myself
Of highest nobility,
Or clad myself in a melancholy grey from an optimistic yellow...
Still let me sit in your palm.

Allow me not to slip off the side of your hand,
Or seep through your fingers.

Please do not count the hours, days, months or years
For this is what I can be right now
Till the verge,
If there is one.