all I want is blue skies
instead of you
bruised my eyes;
what I want is all.
sometimes the bridge is up
and I think of swimming
in the morning
I wink and am thinking
that you are not an exciting color.
olive green, probably.
I own many green shirts,
I like to dress for the revolution.
I like to look
but my sight is poor,
the cool fog is a thief or the bank
insured my legs for all the walking,
not my fingers for all the sounds I write, all the words I speak
do not dig sharply in my ear for gold or definition
is constraining! I want us to wear
no wordy handcuffs 'round our wrists and drown
every dictionary you know
that I still love your glow
but today I want atmosphere
still and blue.
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