One blue drop
from
a thorn
on
a
thistle.
A blue horse
plods
along
the grass
floor
outside a
leaning
green barn.
Blue sun
born
over
the
bristling
ridge,
new blue
light
tints
low green clouds.
The painter
smiles
and takes
his gaze
from the
stained glass.
Blue hippopotamuses
on his canvas,
some wade
the water
of green
Nile depths.
New colors
needed,
worlds
growing
from
tips of
his sable
hair brushes.
Golden Taklon,
champagne handles,
sit idle
in spattered cups
tools for
worlds,
yet to be…
