Sunday, February 20, 2011

hunting

[FIFTY]

almost three times the kind
of eyes blue as the sky blue as the birds
blue as the wind
making their way destination onward,
to land on them and whisk their breath
knock their breath over and out
outside, until it is too hard to catch
too hard to handle the breath being gone
those blue eyes cry, tears as blue as the sea
blue as bugs,
blue as the falling birthday balloon
it falls from the sky, in the blue wind,
and is carried, drifted,
to the hands
hands that were blue as the sky

No comments:

Post a Comment