Illegitimate Sun

It was the type of sky
that stays blue all day
from your dreams of the dawn

Mirroring this violet excess
like a wind-swept mountain lake
was the Spring-driven green
of newly trimmed grass

Two colors in
contrasting
harmony
beckon the heart
to forget
the pains
and strains
this artificial life
forces upon us

Refusing this unsolicited
invitation
was the rust-dressed
sprawl of the factory
Confining in its oily embrace
a clutch of blinded workers
scenting the air with its
manufactured smell, Yet

Even this smear embraces
the call of sky and earth.
Turning me away from its
cluttered insides and twining
outsides.
Instead, I took to the
line of blue-green, where
opposites touch
and follow a road
that will take me
beyond the horizon