Green and Blue

There are incredible greens
and I've seen them everywhere
but nothing like those approaching Kegalle
on certain sunlight-angled mornings,
blue too
crayons and pattern
on a little girl's dress
peacocks and mountains
and blues
of music and despondency
blue of a rising tide
and an emerging sky
there are blues and greens
on color palettes
eye-straining variation
but nothing distilled
and turned into ink
like the lime green freshness
of words and silence
the turquoise blue embrace
of evening and stolen moment.