just above you blue

      i want to be
            sky blue.

not far into the distance, bright eyed blue of babies, but
                                                                                        that right above you
                                                                              blue.

the blue of ribbons
   and corn flowers.
the blue that grows dark
                                 as the storm plots its course

right above you blue
                  backdrops clouds
                                   the best

                                                           their bellies slipping by bystanders waving bye;
                                                            not the object of their view.


                             just above you blue
                             queries qualms that quite
                                                            inquisitors' requests.

above you blue feigns less optimistic than horizon
                                     less tumult that storm gray
                                     but
                                     more brilliant than morning indigo
                                                                                                 who pricks herself,
                                                                                                         bleeding light.



right above you blue
                                  begs

                                   for attention
                                                                      while quietly capping  gowns
                                                                      pressuring winds to slowdown,

                                                  cold as crrius
                                                   warm as sun.

                                                                                   

                                  up?
   do you ever look