A Peace of Kindergarten

Wring the wrongs
from this right wash rag
twisted in my white hands
bleeding bright through dirt
the color of the blue earth
spoken words smeared,
merely inert
creativity colored flesh
this intriguing mess
of smiling faces are contagious
eyes wide and round,
like the rug held down
by fifteen bright paperweights
wiggling, waiting to create.
Days pass like pages turned
and letters traced
squiggly curves trying to replicate
but each minute is different
each mistake is a lesson
we naturally contemplate.