don’t done do

blue,

painted red,

roars of her

and the sky

they slept under

where the sun warmed yellow

and the clouds built

to cool with white

that took a little gray

when life was postponed indefinitely

to doze against

the whisper of rain

on the stucco roof

that said

hello

i am

blue

painting red

hoping for purple

of a long summer dress

that i can touch

so i spread everywhere

to be a small part

of her like you,

limbs and arms and

water after all

*

there is never

a right time

only the wronged obstacle

of doing

and seeing others behind

but moving more

always more

until time has passed

and it is right there

always