Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why,
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong.
Hey there Mr. Blue
We’re so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everybody smiles at you.
Written by Jeff Lynne, The Electric Light Orchestra, 1977
she asked me to forgive her–
but there was nothing to forgive
under unspoken words
tucked between actions
buried amid bitter brambles–
truth hides
after taking your image,
i feared you would wither and die–
but upon turning with a final glance,
you simply smiled and waved goodbye
you are nothing but black pepper flakes
circling above me against blue skies,
but i see you and i hear you and i feel your soaring freedom
a soft baby blue blanket,
the echoes of childhood laughter,
a generous slice of hope and love and peace,
and the vision of two mated mallards
on the marsh in early spring
while strolling with the pup,
we greet the delicate forsythia like long lost friends
old books
silver bracelets
river rocks
candles
pine cones
dried lavender
iron jack
martini shaker
hemp string
i heard the ducks quacking,
i saw a rabbit run into the brittle brush–
the pear-shaped lights in a neighboring tree
guided me along the path by the marsh
and a sharp crescent called out in a casual moonlight greeting
the beauty of fading beauty
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