Cicely’s been painting the ocean
over and over
Somewhere
there’s a perfect blue
Come, Cicely, it’s been
such a long time now
She, in her red smock, stands
frowning and grasping
at strands of ideas
You know, it’s way past
summer inspiration
Cicely has streaks of blues
in her hair
Some people can’t understand why
But . . .
Cicely’s been painting the ocean
over and over
searching for the perfect blue
Don’t you know, dear Cicely,
there is no perfect blue?
StoryGirl 