Reflections Cascading Into Blue

Reflections cascading into blue Strolling down an unknown avenue Parasol in hand, red and grey Here is a rhubarb classic today. Like a French impressionist's canvas Like upturned flower hammocks Near and close and yet far away All kinds of shadow and light interplay It has me gazing at what has been Like oil on water in a watery latrine I am looking at what is still to come. What's coming back on the trail of breadcrumbs? Then back to the violet dusk of here And now with clouds of moonlit veneer. Your mouth, eyes, and eclipse silhouette Is it a salivation test I hold like a spent cigarette? Questioning, will you stop? Will you turn? Will you smile? Will you hold my hand in yours? And light me up like stained glass 10-panel umbrella again tomorrow.