dawn rises

from the early morning kitchen
dark pink trails reach
out a mist
admist the old oak and
into the light of an apartment
up above

i wait for Deibenkorn's blues
to shock me out of my old dreams
and into my new

why not climb the oak
and peek into the light
and announce

the blue is coming
the blue is coming

or, waiting,
should pack the boards
suits and wax
and head out for the blue

west
where the sun never sets
a forever paddle

we are always woken up
one way or another
out of the blue
and into the blue

my brother once recorded
a musical
named blues's guitar
or was that a poem
i once read
or a painting
i once studied
or a song
i heard

it is lighting up
another blue sky
spread across california
everyone racing
west