
It has been raining
all day long, soaking the dirt,
turning it to mud
Continue readingBask in nighttime blues
stars dot the sky like flecks of white paint
Mothers moan for lost children –
we want rhythm, but not the blues
the aqua blue of deep seas
the blackened blue of bruised eyes
the blues guitar of the Mississippi Delta
the crystal blue eyes of your lover –
sing the blues, young one
sing ‘em while draped in a blue dress
drowning in muddy waters.
(Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash)
We’re at the creek because this is a happy place
for us – the birdsong is soothing, the trickling water
reminds me these places exist in reality –
not just the online world we live in.
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