Gaza

Gaza

The blue nearly gone, 
and the green, because sky 
and grass, of course, but also
a horse she insisted on
painting blue. Horses
aren’t blue, her cousin said.
She nodded — her cousin 
was older — but kept coloring 
the horse the color the horse 
she’d seen in her dream had been. 
She never finished it.
Here are her watercolors,
the green nearly gone,
and the blue.