You ask for blue, the empty sky
perhaps, no clouds today
or yellow sun, just spaces
huge and vague -
You ask for darker, like the ocean
ten thousand miles away
and so many more across -
You ask for softer
like moonlight hitting the lonely field -
Or even duller, a house painted
blue-gray in the midwest -
Or you ask for that blue Jeep
driving away -
His blue shirt, you left it there -
Bright eyes, wide -
(why didn't you ask him?)
Blue, you ask. Vivid, baring.