Fragmentary Blue

Why keep it light, just a dusting of fragmentary blue,

true glints here and there that dot the eye?

Why sapphire stones, butterflies, flowers hue

through and bloom, but for skyglory they scarcely mystify?

Rains between sidewalk, cross tie, and the cinder block

pains that pound wet ground then burst silvery cyan domed clock...

Champagne death caps menace and huddle beneath spotted hemlock;

vain wishes of empyrean blue, yet pain and fear deadlock.