It Always Goes Away

This blue!—
against the streetlights’ orange
against the dirty shine of the moon on the slush
against the cold that freezes my knee
into a stone egg

This blue!—
against the trees’ gray
against the light wafting from the city below
against the wind that carves slices
from my skin

This blue!—
against the sidewalks’ tan
against the starlight divided by branches
against the spreading dark that lurks
at my vision’s edge

(vibrant and deep and so bright it breaks my heart)