Blue Monochrome

Remember when

we walked along the tubes

of the Pompidou?

Entrenched in the sea of multicolor.

Then of blue and nothing else.

And we laughed.

When there are three we call it art.

When there are three blues we call it art.

When there are three lines we call it art.

When there is one we laugh.

When there is one blue we laugh.

When there is one line we laugh.

And they call this art? We laughed.

I thought it was all beautiful

Still, I laughed.