I'm dripping with blue and can't free it from my mind, I rub
my eyes and the paint covers them, shimmering everything with
a deeper blue then ever before. I can see through trees. The
drums wouldn't give it up for morning so I canoed out on the
lake, past the black snake, calm water, ducks waking to sunlight
while ancient bull frogs established their world and sense of
place. Smooth slice of oar into the surface of water.