Deepest Blue

The sky was an impressionistic painting,
no defined edges, just dream inspired blending,
the blue of each patch of space paled,
fading into white and becoming cloud.
Trees cast spidery shadows on the sidewalk,
shadows that dodged trampling feet
as the wind moved their branches,
the sort of wind that reminds you that spring
is here but winter is not as far in the past as you'd like.
Students slept on captured polygons of grass
bounded by cold grey concrete and fast paced movement,
distant guitars on fire escapes played familiar songs
and even the most preoccupied mind hummed along.
Slowly the sun sank, and the shadows lengthened and faded,
the people moved indoors, and the painting became a wash of
deepest blue.