ten minutes

the day soft thru a sheer panel
and i've been silent for a while
contemplating blue   water

tinted by cloudless skies &
the diamond shape of poison, how
refraction equals reflection then the mirror

breaks. i   speak in metaphor
and you in engineer.   the ineffable
persists, like grape leaves after harvest

or credits at the end of a movie. no one's
watching. even the gods have closed their eyes.
feel free to speak in   forgotten hues.