NOT DREAMS

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Window Seat 8:38am

Waking, briefly

seeing Liquid Blue

(Your typical sky blue)

crinkling all around, puddled —

next, a field of Blue Plastic

chips, shards, spread out

scattered

and This Morning, This Great Morning

(EYE) woke to see a flash:

Crystal Blue Droplets — A Myriad