a dress that shade of blue

we visit

the museum, getting out of the rain.

closing

our umbrellas.

and shaking

ourselves

free of wet clothes.

we find

a marble bench to sit on

and stare

at the wall

of paintings.

she points at one,

and says she'd like to have

a dress

that shade

of blue

in the Renoir.

it's not long before

we're

outside again,

in the rain,

walking down 5th avenue.