Cool red puma’s on years of 52.
Leaves that tell the wind where to blow.
The way hair can sometimes be pink.
Birds that wait for that piece of pizza crust.
The cool kids sitting at the table.
Are they cool?
What is cool?
That stare, bubbles the blood within.
Green cords look good with blue.
Cool is picking up trash or a snow cone.
That last sip sure was good.
That man’s smile, 78 years of it.
I feel it, like he wears it.
What about people that fill roles of hope?
Bookbags of smiles with really pointed glasses.
Can you see better?
Temperature is a warm cool.
Cool like that last diverse sip.