this, my blue period. every dusk
very blue when hush
paints walls, eyes and you,
sheerest blue,
but blue
my street below has a navy hue
palms salute in perpetual profile,
camelthorns' sharp white darts pierce nightfall
where cars cool down in clicks and taps and
breeze moves by my face into the open space
to flow to mountains far and back
starlings swoop, grey ribbons looping,
their chatterings, trilling quavers in rows
in this open sky above those everblues
(a hawk ate a lizard here. after the kill, in the sun
i watched it tear the silver sheath into bloodless slivers;
it was beauty)
now cool turns cold,
familiar twilight folds me in its blue embrace
this place i love has my couplings and my loves
burned into its walls and ceilings
like hiroshima shadows;
has seen my best, my north and my quests.
my fetters, mad and fear stay here
where peace settles to protect this realm,
we sit and watch
this toy city
be pretty
in blue
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i cannot imagine finding a pretty enough picture to illustrate what i see
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me