June First, a.d. 1999 I'm early today, An unusual occurrence. I remember that it's my brother's birthday. The blue he stands for stuns me. The professor strides in. The tired brown of the classroom takes over. My pencil becomes a brush, Washing my own deep green across And helping me escape to nowhere. A wave of red assaults me; There is too much to do In too little time. My grey fatigue overwhelms me. My magic shade of green flows on, Trying its hardest to colour things my way. I float adrift on an orange lagoon; A green boat sailed out here all alone, And then someone removed the water. Brandon Sumner