Little Poem About Petunia Poem by Jan Freundschuh

Purple, as in flowers,
Has an after image of blue
Such that, spreading out from petunia,
One has to check,
If there's a blue bud behind it
Or but the magical quality of
Expansive purple hue.

Magic always comforts me,
(Even if a treatise on optics
Such phenomena might explain) .
If purple can send a bolt
Of blue lightning to my eye
Then I don't have to live flattened,
Heart-crushed and bored silly
By the grey of the limiting,
The soul-deadening mundane.