The couch and chair are green But it's undeniable: blue is all Blown over the world Bludgeons of between-clouds Highlighted by middleday suns Bluffs relevant because the sky Is not the color taupe And music resonant With the bottom of the sine curve Overwhelming, and yet how many Things do we eat are Purple minus red Perhaps water, if there's Enough of it And various gross artifices Perhaps that's why Almost everything I wear Takes its cue From a few flowers, Butterflies, And birds