Throw me in the drink...

There's something about colors,
especially these bright ones,
the ones that are primary,
essential,
and pure:
Do they remind us of childhood,
of sunny days and new toys?
Of Nik-L-Nips and Lik-m-Aid?
Or is it just
the richness
of the light,
the joys that seem to overflow,
spilling out across the water
like fish
eager for the spawning
or marbles,
their catseyes glowing
in the afternoon sun?
Do I need to know? Do you?
Or can we just drink it in,
this juicy rich flavor?


* * *