“Color Theory"

How yellow the sky how little the understanding

Intangible the things we know for sure

Dusty silica clouds over Europe the very same day

We brought our baby home His second Too yellow

For comfort Too sleepy Just sleepy enough

For us to sleep ourselves That was last night

Today the clouds shift Outside shifts Rain and shadows

A mezzotint glow Then no glow Heart or soul

Exactly seven pounds of civilization

Hematochrome and skin and bilirubin

Yawns blinks and can’t make up his made-up mind

The atmosphere can’t keep its own eyes open

We can’t keep our own eyes closed”