Rose Baijense

sunsets, like everything else, begins 
blue
more ultramarine than sky 
blue less 
indigo with a sign
of an azure haze 
bleeding 
leeching
into the blue torrent
blue torment 
orange haze
maybe orange
or coral 
a creamsicle
dreamsicle melting
sticky 
stick
a popsicle stick
with jokes 
“why are there currents in the ocean?”
“because of the electric eels”