" Blue is a darkness bordered by light." –Goethe,  Theory Of Colors


A mother slung over a man's shoulders,
In the city night rain,
She shrieks as he takes her back to her car again.
Two little girls and one little boy, on their knees,
Wide little eyes as defrost lines in the back seat.
The Allston trolley poles the only lonesome patrol,
Over head wires sway and drip on the street below.
The raindrops meander on the glass left then right,
Silver yellow from the municipal light,
The boy looks at his Gemini twin,
Crescent shadows that suddenly streak–
Wave-lengths of rain upon her cheek,
Her stencil stare as melting ice,
Inclined to the yellow city light.
He turns around and looks away,
" It's alright, she is taking you home,"
He hears him say–
His eyes like the city night–
Dark brown reflecting gray.

She will later thread herself with emerald green,
So her eyes like a grackle will have a sheen,
He will be hazel, through and through,
Unlike her, he doesnt need math,
From the city night school–
To know darkness rims the greenish-blue.