70spoems/blue

BLUE

Imagine you have never seen blue,
though in all your blue mornings
you have read books about it,
and all the blue films
have left blue somewhere
in an elusive shadow,
while stars dialogue about blue
on a cold, silver-blue screen
but never quite define it.

Imagine hearing all the blue songs
but never having a blue of your very own.
Would this mean you should stop
believing there really is a blue,
any more than, for instance,
you would question blue cheese?

Imagine you have never seen blue
but have looked for it
in every cold, blue evening,
a wrinkled rainbow
rotting in your hip pocket.