Sitting by the pond I thought of you,

a line inside my book of learning turned into a daydream;

the color of the universe

was babbling through the water in the sky and tossed the water down

below the ducks

and you the color of it you

the color I once felt are

resurrected in the understudied clouds.

Understudied by ducks, aliens called mallards!

You peer, ancient and warm and wise

and marvelous as a canary-toasted marshmallow violin

bowed by rain
            .       .
    .                   .
                .
~~~~~i~~~~m~~j~
from a dinosaur oasis.