Azul

You would think the first colour

To pluck out of the palette

Would be a salty odour

Besides a mermaid’s palate;

But the sea is barely blue

Instead, she’s a continuum

Of yellows to greenish hues

Hundreds of yarn on a loom

How does the eye fail to see

The minuscule lines of light

Tracing the crevices of the sea?

It‘s only dawned on my sight

With the strokes of this sprite