1.
Coming
over a rise
they saw it
in the middle of pale-
gold hills more
than merely blue:
the thunderbolt of
blue breaking
leaping over every-
thing everybody
rocking the sky
cracking their vision
for entry of a color
the lake was the
custodian of blue
where the blue from
all over the earth
went for refreshment
it was the history of
blue calling the beauties
of the past to the
shining of the present.
2.
The lake moved
turning into itself
coming for them
clamorous
quiet, like blue.
