Writing down first lines of a poem done up green With my four-color pen means I know what I mean Lighting up a vision of revision drowned in red Means this now and not that then is what I meant instead Where I know what I mean somewhere there in between Green and red again till I do it black and blue In my small notebook sideways I will fit it all in When my four-color pen then will do now how I do There among the Joshua trees where I begin Harmonizing what arises colorfully Something new to my eyes that surprises even me Sitting weather permitting with my four-color pen Green and red again till I do it black and blue Squared-away when black and white then shared with love with you Steven Curtis Lance