Saying Grace

Which hue of blue is prettiest?
So many years away.
Did you lose the blue sky,
all of it?

And the greens,
monsoon rain over half strewn maize fields
and slopes covered with over-grown wild grass.

An old picture of you still sits by window
draped in a blue frame.

The greys
haven’t grown old, really;
but autumn arrives early year every
and the walnut tree in backyard
that you would try climbing
withers with each passing year

The white
snow has begun to melt away
all too soon, like memories.

All we have above us
is the blue sky
and beyond it-
a belief

That all the colors are signs
for those who stand witness.

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