Friday

this blue



Birds.  Birds everywhere flying high
into a blue whose name I have never
heard.  I believe them to be eating
this blue.

We look up, say sky but it could be
cake.  A cloud baked cake.  If Alaska
could bake a cake why not a cloud cake
this blue.

With no idea of who or how a cloud
might love I come closer much closer
to understanding the nature of blue,

this blue.