Blue like the wind
blue like the air
blue like a ground no one walks on
arms no-one holds
hearts without witness.

Blue was her blood
her lungs
her hair
blue was her teeth
her gums
the top of her palate where she touched her tongue
also blue.

Blue was a haze through which she entered
and left
and entered
and left her world.

Blue was the bridge she drove each morning
the office files that filled her floor
the words that escaped her lips with a blue mist to calm them before they fell.

Blue was the steel on the end of the knife that sliced blue tomatoes
for lunch on a blue bench in a blue park.

Blue was the stones on the path that led to her blue house
that held her blue bed where she lay at night
in the blue dark
where sleep brought blue dreams.

Never light
or aqua
or azure
or pastel
just blue
matte not shiney
blue like ink used by a quill
blue like fathoms deep
blue like thunder
blue like over dyed denim.


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