Blue moods unparalleled by weather, mood
swings seem suspended by clandestine chains.
Blue minds imagine playgrounds at the end
of June in silver light filtering through the trees,
when light of day is emptied like a theater
after the show, the darkness waiting silently.

The vessels of our blood appearing blue,
cool wavelengths penetrating skin with blue
deception. Cloudless skies in afternoon
are entertaining kites and contrails, smoke
and helium balloons, migrating birds—
below, the boys in blue patrol the streets.

Albert, B.B., Eric and Stevie Ray
were masters of electric blues and blue-
water backgrounds of lilies by Monet
were true, truer despite the cataracts,
criticism of his blurred vision, any prism
sentenced to prison of a limitation.