Blue Degas

There is a blue Degas I'm told that, if you know its secret code (which is an origami fold), will to the touch feel just as cold as walking winter mornings. I have guessed dancers, as you might but cannot get my creases right for if you do you it reveals the sight of sunrise over Austin. It must be false, how could Degas paint what he never felt or saw, the spirit, color, love, and awe that is this blessed city. And still I crimp and ruck and pleat, explore and hope and feel and see, my life is for hope and belief, and I relish and appreciate my circumstance and lucky fate