Blue and Yellow




B is buds and bees
Pink kisses on yellow knees
Honey in the heart



Horses run amok

Their reins dragging untethered

Through where dragons fly


Hooves crushing thunder

Without the charioteer who

Navigates their course


Dragonfly’s dreaming

Of self-directing horses

Who’ll occupy fields


With no chariot drawn

The horses have no purpose

Dragonfly’s folly


The charioteer laughs

As horses jump the hurdles

He’s laid out as tests


Some fall and stumble

Some crash on, nostrils flared

Some sprout wings and fly


Horses graze in fields

The charioteer picks up reins

Steers Dragonfly on


Detach from outcome

Advises the charioteer

Picking up his flute


Dragonfly dances

While his wings beat in tune with

Krishna playing on