Blue Thru Orange

Warm night in Albuquerque.
The neighborhood dogs bark at an approaching siren.
The Sandia Mountains do their watermelon illusion.
We sit on the porch swing and watch the magic show.

I keep staring at the spot where the Mimosa once stood.
I shift my gaze to the apricot tree which may have to come down next.
Where will the our yard’s birds nest?
Cholla is good for thrashers, but not finches, not sparrows, not doves.

Dianne talks about the rocks in the foothills.
Boulders really. She repeats the word vug and vuggy.
Vug: A cavity in the stone, from the Cornish Vooga.
Our foothills require a dentist.

The loco weed blooms white.
Thumb-sized bumble bees maneuver in and out of the blooms.
Sometimes they require a little assistance outward bound.
The prickly pear are ripe with deep red tunas.

The west does its sunset light show.
Who’s afraid of blue thru orange?
Who’s afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue Barnett Newman?
Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

POSTSCRIPT

Barnett Newman painted a series “Who’s Afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue.” (Link to image IV in series.) Newman named the paintings as a reference to the play Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? by Edward Albee. (Albee played on the title of the “who’s afraid of the big bad wolf” a song in a Disney cartoon.

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