Blue. White. Green.
Sky and clouds.
Rolling hills and lawn and trees.
These three brilliant, dazzling colors
dominate, as far as the eye can see.
To the right,
stroked between heaven and earth,
a long, low white house, modern and
featureless but for horizontal slabs
of black reflective glass
stretched like unspooled, undeveloped
film along the length of its recumbent
From this structure’s back protrudes –
like the sweep of eyelet bridal train –
a semicircular deck of wood,
white, as well, but of a faded, ashen shade,
its brilliance muted, bleached
And she, me, I.
Standing amidst this color scheme –
serene blue and white and green;
in striped, knee-high socks of every hue –
purple, pink, pale-yellow, orange, and
one hand holds a bar of soap –
lavender, in both tint and tinge.
breeze gently lifting the hair
from our shoulders as we break the bar
in two and slip a brittling half into each sock’s
pulled-high, ribbed, fine-woolen
I, me, she –
the lone bright-colored slash of verticality
in the entire placid,