El Verano

you look like an impressionist painting,
through the patio table glass.

the edges of your head muddle
in the solid panel
of opaque fog
washed with hazy cobalt 

I see a soft bubbling orange
like the flame of a gas streetlamp
in the snow

it illuminates swathes of peach and blue 
they hover together-
as you move. 

the colors shift like ship sails
in a listless breeze

metal grommets clang gently on masts
sea grass bustles like crinoline on the dune
the wind sweeps your hair
into the shape of a wave 

I reach my finger out to touch the polished convex
sections of glass
 
turquoise - 
yellow -
green -

I tap them all lightly.  


a mosaic beneath a cloud

gaussian blur-