Blue as blue As oil paint As trim around the cedar door He touched the ceiling in his helicopter Once a day And made it to his cedar bed Exalted, bald And keening like a royal bird That nobody should see him anymore The dark flash of an airplane on the sun Crickets pulled a midday thread Behind his ears And made it bright The crops ballooned and split Untouched Red tubes and seeds Black paper Blue as blue As oil paint As damselflies below the cedar floor