reckless joy

 



I want to wear
something
new 
but not
shoes or a dress.
I want to put on some
reckless joy
that is MUCH too big for me
and 
so 
brightly colored
that
I become
unrecognizable.

jkkennedy


note: photo from the Indianapolis Children's Museum August 2025 

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