Erick's cyan food dye from New Year's is still in a patch on the concrete outside my window. I have been waiting for the sun to bleach it out or the rain to wash it away. Hasn't happened yet. We had a house inspection last Tuesday so I placed some autumn leaves over the patch and weighed them down with stones. A few days later I found that the leaves had magically soaked up some of the dye.
Yesterday I got some sheets of paper and piled them on top of the patch. I weighed them down with stones like I did with the leaves. When I got home today I found they had blown away without soaking up any of the dye.
Here is the poem Caroline and I "wrote" as we discussed the situation this evening.
It blew away.
So it didn't blue away.
Nope.
Blew away,
no blue away.
Blue stay.
Oh! The songs of songs! The candle of memories! The delta blues without a guitar! The wind-blown fly-aways stuck like a rock!
ReplyDelete... on the up and up:
"blue stain, don't bother me
blue stain, don't bother me
Blue stain don't bother me -
Cos I'm as happy as blue can be!"