Blue Blizzard
She paints with her fingertips
with nothing but the color blue..
blue roses with bent heads
blue suns that bleach the dead
blue gulls singing blue refrain
in a blue washed forever rain-
Her heart is a blue mouse
dangling from a plastic owl beak
screaming at things felt
but rarely seen
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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