Blue light streams // through clouds of yellow hue,
Shining on glass untouched by time's decay,
Casting shadows where power lines cut through.
White tiles stained with rusted crimson clay,
Clay that shares its tale // with walls behind.
Blue dusk surrounds the ground // on which I stay,
Perhaps lending my eyes a different kind.

Between white and red,
Children are dancing,
Philippines, Mexico, Italy,
Dancing among broken tiles.
Their faces in the shadows, // divided,
Twisted bodies dancing, // riding skateboards,
Hands that hold dancing with skill.

Their faces are blue, // deep blue and light blue,
The background is the city of Picasso, // peaceful,
Perhaps dancing for peace.
Impressed. Abstraction.
Their eyes look up, // almost invisible,
The remaining earth, angry flames,
Pointed buildings, roaring, // rhythmic.
Striped pants, checkered shirts, // pointed shoes,
Suede, egg yellow, together.
Dancing forever.

I look at this painting, // eyes following the dance,
Before me are candies, // glass fragments, sandwich.
Together inviting my childhood.
Their hands move up and down, // hanging in the air,
Whistling, rational numbness,
No one walks over // to watch them dance.

Order and rational fracture, // divided,
Squares, tiles, branches, // broken leaves,
Dancing between lines,
Waiting for the sun // to set a little more,
Clouds are saying, they will disappear, // sooner.
I wait for someone to walk out.

I only saw children dancing,
No children dance. Until I leave.