Wander an uncommon grove,
a pair of evergreen ignited by rainbows,
a tercet of cypress singing.
The tall bold one, arms akimbo,
animated by waves of turquoise ideas,
electrified by pink imaginings.
With a white hot charge,
her sister prods a young pompadour:
If you're not who you are first, you are no one.
In moments of aliveness, light shifts:
from orange to peach to chartreuse.