Liquidity

The wind is blue.
air splashes lead light
into the fresh crystal
of my rubeyed strings
- made sense able.

The blue is a kite.
Up passerine smoke,
swallows tear out,
and hopes slow away
like a campfire billy.

The blue is my publisher.
My success, my salary is paid
in notes of blue, the payout
streams out of the liquid
bank account of my eyes.

Perth WA Advent 1995 W.D.Knoll