Brother and sister had found
Some scraps of lumber
We’re going to make a table
The girl eight years old announced
And we’re going to paint it
And a grownup asked What color
But the child had not thought that far
A quick sidelong glance
But big brother had moved on
To another activity
A compression of the brow
A slight turning downward
Of the corners of the mouth
Blue she said
Her voice a question mark