Some blue moment in the day,
sky unbreakably clear and
mind cloudy, rain glittering across
an otherwise unbothered face
—let it blow over, let it pass
into tomorrow, its thunder
rippling the silence gray.
Let it not spoil all this sunshine
bottled in the black of my eyes,
where it sits—“Gold,” “Autumn,”
“Copper,” “Lemon”—on heavy shelves,
and, bedded in my heart, may
the dandelions, daises, violets and
bloodroot forgive my knowing
they are growing thirsty