He’d never noticed before
but since he was locked in
he looked up from his crimped
back yard
and saw it, the patch of blue
as a curtain of fleecy clouds parted:
cornflower blue, aqua blue
and later towards evening
a majestic midnight blue
& he looked up over the days
and week that followed,
noticing the interchanges:
teal blue, robin’s egg blue
& his favourite, denim blue
the colour of the stone-washed
jeans he wore as a young man
when he strode the byways
of the world, a king, & the sky
stayed denim all week
John Malone 