she doesn't
have the blues,
no it's something
darker, a
richer color,
deeper, some
shade of indigo
a bordering
on purple hue.
you find it about
a mile down
in the middle
of the atlantic
ocean, that exact
tint if the sun
is right.
she won't pick
up the phone, or
text or e mail,
or send me photo
of her in her
garden when
she sinks this
deep into this
depth of violet
despair. she's
floating inbetween
the bottom, between
sunlight and air.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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