Friday, December 5, 2008


Socked in fog today
and I am freezing.  Freezing.
Looking skyward I can see
blue, with striated clouds
high above the atmospheric
playground where starlings
perform fantastic twisting,
playing tornado.
Blue is hope.  Blue is the last
color one sees in advancing
blindness.  Sometimes I am
blue with longing.  Foggy
mornings muffle colors,
shrink my world.


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