That Kind of Blue
A Poem by Douglas Caraballo
Your blue is like faded hydrangeas,
like a watercolor from the 19th century;
Something that you can come across
on the second floor of the MET.
It dissipates for a while.
Abates and resurfaces when it chooses.
Your blue is a universal law
revealing its force
in the shading of the sky.
Your blue is bruising through your windows,
and eating up your time.
You are kneeling now,