False Indigo
These blue mouths
eating light at
the creek side:
I could kiss them.
Like the smell
of opals or the
sound of stones
the weightless
blue moths
flock onto the
branches.
They too can make
exquisite dye: blue
the way brass is
bright, the way
jazz is fast.
Daring and
improbable as
love, their color’s
true the whole
blue month of June.
MAGGIE DIETZ is the author of That Kind of Happy (University of Chicago Press, 2016) and Perennial Fall (Chicago, 2006). Read more.