blue who

our one and only
precious life,
I'm in the warm sun, it's luxurious
on my skin, out here
in the garden, swallowing
red
wine,
times like right-now
I understand something

our colours of feeling
in oceans of being,
the inevitable impossibility
of
life,
and of this evening,
while I guess you
feel what you can too

I hope guessing is okay

but I feel bad
for people who don't feel good

we all try though, and must

there's a bit
too much sky really but
I'm keeping cool, just.