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When I arrive at the idea,
the picture is done, said Diebenkorn.

What if the color is so saturated
with arrivals it undoes doing-

ideas-completions-ice-blue
panels cooling our forehead.  No coincidence

is replicable when the idea is a closed
line I cross the border

into (you have no idea, that's the idea)
an early spring field of young grass blades

the line between being green
and seeming green

is a line--there stands
a whitewashed barn

of sun-bleached planks leading to a song
(is color idea or means--or ideal means)

of buttercups ruled out
despite this departure

into frank curvature of flowers.