Poetry

Title: Distance Wears a Blue Jacket


a leap

as i grip my blue dress

my white arms

sway above concrete steps

weathered


i am blue

i am wind

i am a creature of distance

for I covered it

with blue




Title: What is it Like to be Loved?


Flora

My body sways to nothing at all

This is lace

This is tea

Soon my face is cupped in warm hands

Debussy knew how that felt

Eyes gentle with blue water

The dusk that glazes the infatuating house pink

Conjures the kind of pantomime rapture that persuades me

Now I am flower-picking

The flowers whose colors are haunting