'Oooooh – a curve of breast

In a blue blouse?'

 

'A sliding slit up the thigh

Of a tight, blue skirt?'

 

'A curly male chest

In a skimpy, blue vest?'

 

No!

No! No! No! No! No!

 

'A glimpse of sky

Through the bending boughs

And trembling leaves

Of summer trees

After rain

Sluicing down -

Running rivers on the road

Pounding puddles on the driveway

Cleansing the moody air!

 

Oh! 'Peek-a-boo Blue'

I SEE you!

Let me find an open space

Just a little space -

A garden, a street, a concrete intersection -

Where I can wash my eyes

And bathe my Soul

In your surreal Blueness.'