blue was practical and necessary
like the blueing used in my mother's wash
like smoke
water air and sky blue
for everything clear and understandable
unmistakably
but blue had magic too
meaning giant ships and giant fish
rockets to the moon and planet shores
too big and far away
too terribly true
incredibly
a glamorous color blue
suiting cinderella's glass slipper
forget me nots and chinese porcelain
and once I found a blue shell
so fragile I let it crumble on the sand
irretrievably
but even the primary colors
are not all the colors
and each day has its color
each day radiates its own color
on the wheel
endlessly
and they are wrong who say
all colors are gray
unable to remember
unwilling to separate
with desperate impatience
unimaginatively
dusk I love
dusk I love who know the morning's light
the night's darkness, the black and white
of yes and no and all false and true
I have lived with definite so long
with wrong and right, with weak and strong
with how much undefined dusk by you
for I have seen the between hours
when towers grew soft as flowers
and cold stones were stemmed in warmest hue