I

Blue sky, pink sky

off-white, one

sky in the first day home

I want

more skies

to fill this one.

Red, green, blue

fidget in afternoon song,

a song too

tied

in a knot

to make a picture in

the afternoon.

Grow old and weary,

something bleary-

eyed to make some room,

change colors on the inside,

if too hard to beg a bloom.

Distance is the first word

that I

thought-I-could-have-learned

so here – I save some distance

for-another-page’s-turn.

Poetry