Blues

Driving home at sunset,
Two blues,
One reflects the other
One moves the other to     scallop
Shaped waves at the        horizon.

I remember how you thought;
Always riding,
Window open, blowing smoke,
And song;
Yr long gone eyes.

The burnt orange
Through blackened trees
Makes the water appear more   than it is,
More than daylight brings,
A deeper investment
In hue at the last moment     of this
Which we know
As our world. 

~




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s