In the Land of Oz

Another Friday assigned the number thirteen has ended uneventfully or maybe it just seems that way to me whose days from that of my birth if they had hues have been a mix of black and somber gray like films produced in the distant past as if I’ve been cast in the part of Dorothy in a colorless Kansas though no tornado ever came to carry me away over the rainbow There are no gorgeous greens or radiant reds gold as gleams in the strands of your hair or beautiful blues like the azure of your eyes unlike for you who luck has bathed in the brilliance of her warm and luminous light What is it like to live in the Land of Oz where the world is so wondrous and bright?