I dreamed of trees with blue veins in a forest full of wilting.
And there, all my southern girl self, full of No thank yous,
full of You first and Go ahead and have the last piece of cake.
I want that that last piece of cake. Dreamed the trees
made me my own torte, and I could have the whole thing.
My sisters, the trees, they said Come now, sit, eat.
They had blue veins in the forest full of wilting, and I cried.
There were no forks. They said my hands were fork enough.
And when I tried to say please, the trees said my eyes
were please, and they said my mouth was thank you,
and the trees cried too. They had beautiful eyes
for crying. A color I had never seen. So, I named it
Now anyone who ever saw the color would think of the trees
and the meaning of the trees, which was to be.