Who’s Painting? (1/2019)

I’d love to live
where the fringe of the sea collides with the sky.
Discover where those colors went, who’s painting?
Don’t dissolve these, live where all those colors went,
out by the toes of the sky.

Yesterday may be the same as tomorrow.
The way purple plays with water.
Unzip this ceiling, fill in the sky,
out where the colors and ocean collide.

Where I’ll spend my time.
Dip my toes in turquoise.
Where I’ll spend my time.
Colors and tides gently colliding.