Last night a heist:
My dreams made off
        with a rare shade of blue
Not quite like the clearest sea
Or the West's Big Sky stretching eternal --

But like the robin's blue speckled eggs
Coddled in a careful nest
(But where is mother?)

The shells, pulsing, warm,
So delicate a breath could burst
        them
And the little lives within;

I dreamt it, and in the dream,
I wept, like a child who knows
        Suddenly
That hope and abandonment
Are both blue --