The Color Blue
tastes like-
tastes like-
The frosting on a cake.
The sweetest kind that makes the roses on the corner,
And writes out 'Happy Birthday' in the middle.
Blueberrys from Lincoln, Maine.
Gathered in a redplastic cup
from the bushes across the lake.
Salty sea winds.
From the beach in Conneticut,
during low tide in the morning.
Icicles in the winter.
The ones pulled from the swingset.
Cold, plain, refreshing.
Cotton candy from the town fair.
Airey and stickey, but gooey once its eaten.
This year it's free, don't eat too much or you'll get a stomach ache.
feels like -
Liquid.
Cold pool water,
when your parents finally open it,
and you jump in but soon regret it.
Mist,
after a long rain storm.
Dew
on the grass in the morning,
after camping in a tent overnight,
when you step outside with no shoes on.
15 degrees fahrenheit air,
during the winter.
Blue
