You are primary colours

I am the shades between.

You are known and referred to

My inky indigo is a gamble for the palette

You are immediate, the forefront of a child’s initial recollection

I am an invention

An afterthought of interest,

Perhaps an interesting complexity

When the child in her innate excitement abandons caution, hand and water glass collide

And we mix

With intrinsic clumsiness the page is alive with possibility;

should she choose to spare the paper.

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