Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.
“Colors Passing Through Us”
Marge Piercy
[In this new addition to my Card Games series, some of my own photographs have been blended with an antique portrait of Bruce Roger Jones and his mother (original photographer unknown).]