I have made myself

from time to time an old fool

caught in the lucid

gaze of a shop girl.

No reason beyond beauty‘s

high color on cold days.

But today with fresh

snow on the ground, solitude

called for my green fleece

and new rose hoodie.

The least personal,

elemental, ecstatic

colors save the day.

No. I came here by

shipwreck, poverty, and good

luck. Motley my mot.