Sunday (Finale)

Dot, why did you write these words? They are your words, George The words you uttered so often when you worked Order Design Tension Composition Balance Light Dot, I cannot read this word Harmony (Sunday) (By the blue) So much love (Purple, yellow, red water) In his words Forever with his colors (On the green) (Purple, yellow, red grass) How George looks (As we pass) He can look forever What does he see (Through arrangements of shadows) His eyes so dark and shiny (Towards the verticals of trees) So careful So exact Forever By the blue Purple, yellow, red water On the green Orange, violet mass Of the grass In our perfect park Made of flecks of light And dark And parasols People strolling through the trees Of a small suburban park On an island in the river On an ordinary Sunday Sunday Sunday... White, A blank page or canvas His favorite So many, Possibilities