You ask me to think about paint colors,
And the soft gray you’ve chosen –
The hue of it is blue, but it reflects
A green during the midday, when the sun
Such a color that vacillates between
“a” and “e” – intermediate.
If I slow down the diphthong
I try to catch the tones between the achromatic versions.
I voice this change in sound color, with the intention
To consider them.
You give me a sideways glance
And say, ”No, I meant, how do they look?”