Marilyn Crying

My father wore a pink blazer, my mother wore a blue dress. When I was a boy, my father would take me to the cinema and colors would pulse through my head. Pale ceanothus, green ash, casino, lemon and flax, cherry, lapis, damson and cobalt. I dreamt of California and the light in the canyons and all the colors of the Pacific as they tumbled through the dark and fell upon the stars.