The clouds drift by In the hot clear sky A shade of pale white blue. Reflected in a potter’s jar Who brought his clay from the river far Away and stained it fire red. The jar, a fountain bubbling cool, Breaks the potter’s holding rule Instead spouts drink for roses pink.
Green and red Red and green. Like Christmas, Like cardinals in pine trees, Like strawberries under leaves, Like Irish plaid. Like roses against stems, Like salsa and lime, Like tulips in spring. Like watermelon and rind. Green and red. Red and green. Like apples and tomatoes.