I think it every time I see you
with paper and crayon in hand
As you snap a section of forest green
in your mouth, I wonder if the flavor
matches the color. I question
if it would forever be a part of you
and turn the specks in your eyes
the color of abandoned copper train cars
under the sun. Somehow you always
know what to say without saying a word.
You point to the sky and trace stars
with the tips of your fingers.
Julie Ramon is an English instructor, specializing in English as a second language, at Pittsburg State University in Kansas. She graduated with an M.F.A from Spalding University in Louisville, Kentucky. She enjoys baking and selling cakes from home on weekends. She lives in Joplin, Missouri with her husband and son.