Blue as blue as oil paint
As trim around the cedar door
He touched the ceiling in his helicopter
Once a day
And made it to his cedar bed
Exalted, bald
And keening like a royal bird
That nobody should see him anymore

The dark flash of an airplane on the sun
Crickets pulled a midday thread
Behind his ears
And made it bright

The crops ballooned and split
Untouched
Red tubes and seeds
Black paper
Blue as blue as oil paint
As damselflies below the cedar floor