To select a favorite stone to set in silver is to know your knuckles and the years of cobalt and opal you have held your hands under cool water, inside this wintery place. The songs you know by heart, melodies of movie musicals in which the angel father brings a star of cyan from blue heaven for his daughter The full, blue moon, your head bobbing to jazz drum shuffle All this aquamarine and fall blue, late snow that lands on the azure underside of desert earth where aspens molt and the evergreen trees are nearly navy when squinting to see driving in again for home, from far. Tired and blue Blue where rickety houses hang on to the edge of the earth Secure now as seen from a deep denim galaxy, you, working blue, Mother, and I had to leave you to return to your enchanted place To your worn, cool hands jeweled with blue. To dry waves of juniper, jays, and the hues of landscape as runoff spills over, blue bottles......