BLUE-EYED BLONDES IN BLUE
(© Words by Paul F. Cowlan)
They sweep in from the cobbles
bringing a gust of sharp air to brighten the tables.
Girasole earrings and drawn-up sleeves.
One has her hair caught back in a red comb.
In Holland the women all wear blue
and the light reflects
from sky to water to sky.
If I were a landscape painter
I would rent an old mill among the long fields,
and spend each day painting a different woman’s eyes.