Playing it out. For J. V.
let the motif
be blue,
blue:
blue as smoke
coiling around yellow-
white prey.
being out of breath
for months i've slept with the rat-a-tat-
tat of rain drumming on the roof /
all that rainfall crashing against
cymbals ringing long / longing
with spare despair in the snare
of the wind's wide net. for months
i've cast the net
wide in the wind / every day catching
nothing / nothing, it's
nothing / no thing to worry
about / no drought.
let the motif
be blue,
blue:
blue as her eyes
now praying for rain.
nothing doing its thing
again, i wander wide. a wake
in the cloud erupts blue water
like the white wail
of a wide-eyed child. chide him
for me will ya: yer son's goin' down
again, head in the clouds
he's goin', goin', gone
down to a town called
sleep.
let the motif
be blue,
blue:
smoky blue of her white
eyes coiled
around this yellow
prayer for rain.
Notes
I chose to share this poem with dVerse for their Open Link Night on September 26, 2024.
Between Two Rivers 
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