Blue is a Color

Blue is a color. Once, for a lover, I worked
Seven years and bed another and built a house
Of stone where mirky depths beneath the grass concealed
The truth, rooted under seven eels and beds and

Wonders. In the evening, when the air is sickly
And encompassing, I leave the leaves to work a
Color of truth for stone lovers. I feel a house
Concealed beneath the blue, sickly grass; another

Seven mirky evenings of bed and I leave where
Truth is a mother, where wonder is a compass,
Blue is another truth and stone wonders feel eels;
Where, once, a lover and a color were concealed.


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