Poem: For Blue

For Blue


The rivers run, yellow with sludge

streets red with blood

skies burn orange

The lawns are drought-colored

and the carcass of the lion looks like a browning, eerie toy

beneath the gloats of men

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You and I don't see

each other often

never say all the words we need to say

and never touch


Sometimes I'm that poisoned river, that burning sky

the bleeding streets, the thirsty lawn, the dying animal


But you're the pool we drove to in that city in the South

We never swam

the summer twilight

but photographed each other

while friends laughed and drank

and talked of books and squirrels


You're the water I gulped today, to keep from passing out when the world went briefly black


You're the sky I glimpse

through the portal

of your eyes