i am

the thick of the trees
the key-lime of the grass
the white sapphire blue of the sky

that piece of the puzzle
belonging everywhere and nowhere
and i must be somewhere in between

turn me this way and that way
push me and force me
put me aside for the moment

perhaps you'll save me for later
perhaps you'll get to me last
once the rest of your picture pieces

but if i were the puzzle
if the picture were me
i would most want to be

the tip of my seventh smile
last graced by your kiss
as you hailed for me somewhere east of harlem

but the sun rewrites my dream ....