Blue is the Apple of My Eye
Dear blue, cool to my eye,painting the sky:You make me want to flyin a Boeing 747 across the big blueocean to Sverige with the yellow crosspiercing through flying, waving blue. My first car was blue. At 16, Iprophesied I’d have a blue car,and that it’d be, instead of a Plymouth Horizon,the type that Dad had bought Liana and Justin,a Dodge Omni.(O, yes, I had to be different.) And I suppose I have to bedifferent in having you as my favorite color.Stereotypically, you are for boys – for men,and I can’t figure out why it’s that way anymorethan I can figure out what is a man, who maybereally is rather like the sky, which to me seems soft, and is alwaysa welcome sight signifying the warmth of the sun,and yet is a clear and vast protection fromgetting burned.You are the cool that keeps me fromoverheating, and getting burned. And I must confessthat the shallow reason I wantedto teach at the school I’m at is becauseof you, blue. My every working dayis filled with you:Mustang (Carolina) blue. …
