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Her Being Blue Makes Me Bluer

her being blue makes me bluer

she likes the ocean
her ripples, curls and waves crash the shore
never relenting
she has fits and rages
especially during a storm,
during those times
bringing in extra seaweed, seashells and debris to shore
lately she's been having more fits and rages
i should know ... I'm the shore
tragically like a sad storybook
there's been more of her wrath than the calm
there's no middle ground with her
it's high and low tides
i should know
i should know
i see her, i see her
i see what others don't see
... as the gulls fly above
and wind breezing the palms
the ocean glistens, glistening
a shine on the surface, a beauty
there's no disputing that
below the surface, though 
turbulent, turbulent
swallowing unpredictability
in the face of blues
with each wave i don't know if it's hello or goodbye
that's the truth
but i do know her being blue makes me bluer

 connie pachecho

2/15/17

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Connie Pachecho

Date: 2/15/2017 9:28:00 PM

who cares about this poem, i don't. two days drinking has that effect. did sleep in between 14 hours so that helps. regarding the bar there were many more interesting people i've met. bill does gutters and he's funny and has knowledge. he spoke about rh a- blood types and the effect it has on mothers bearing children with birth defects... mom was this blood type. but it's the bartender that captivates me. she's writing a book. i was surprised i spoke her language.