yellow bloo

CLARITY: EMERGENT PHENOMENON | Moment Three Hundred Thirty-Seven

Our Poetry Workshop class
met in the library,
a little meeting room
about a dozen of us
mostly Institute of Design students,
a few engineers,
and me,
a physics major.

We tossed around an idea
to create a journal of our best work
but we needed a title.

We returned after the weekend
to our little library meeting room.
Scrawled in blue marker
on a white plastic sheet
taped to the wall
“yello.”
Not quite the vibe.
Another word scrawled in yellow marker
“bloo.”

Perfect. An imagined verb.
An artistic call to action.
A play on word.
A creature all its own.

“bloo”

We huddled around its fire.