Sake

                 1

I am pinned down by fire,

-pernicious-

that has taken up residence.

It rides with me,

like fungus under a nail.

Somewhere, deeper behind the scene

it can be pulled under,

meadowed by its imagination.

Brown is greening.

                2

Behind the barn a lovely bird

waits to be seen.

I have seen it thrice.

Each time it blurs

as it lifts.

I catch a color,
different each time.
Has it arrived or
is it leaving?
Smalt, mulberry, canary.

                3

More of what I see
is less recognized.
More of what I feel
trumps the unrecognized.
I correct myself:
The movement is not
in my mind,
it is my mind.
Add color for definition.