One More Colour

is it lasting?" and in asking the sphere becomes a line a dotted line and to follow it you must make a jump each time a dotted page a dotted hillside a blast of dots a blind reader a flock of sheep a blast of trumpet shots here - all we have here is sky all the sky is is blue all that blue is is one more colour now a basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs the autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can and all he says is it suits me fine that's the way I am