Blue as Blue

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