The Co-Quette In Blue Poem by Xiaoyuan Yin

The CO-quette in Blue

Being asked (for the third time) about his reason for planting a dove tree seedling
in a luminous cup, he kept on meditating in a detached melancholy: there is no seedling
but shreds of moonlight on a stem, soaked in the blue shimmers of cobalt
Drawn out as a new pole, out of night's sheath—
Beneath which, molten parts of the sun chilled and became

A layer of enamel to paint on. Autumn winds swam southwards underwater all in a shoal
through their fingers. In a transiency of switching warmness and coldness,
they wrote down in shorthand revelations of water, in what they called Голубец
When a levitated locomotive whistles past with bubbles, the scribbles
started to stream like ribbons do…Magnetism within him, as if growing inside scallop shells
can be decrypted by a stylus, once day, into annual rings
- The relationship between and magnet and blue, was identical with that
between a cheetah and a gazelle. He found himself suspended from the dome of a cathedral
with starlight trickling down his heels, like some minty stain.
That was the source of the blue in people's eyes
that will emerge tomorrow.