Picture Books Blue
A lifetime or two in a past far away
There lives for me still, through a thicket of gray
The brilliance of love for the world I once knew
In more than just memories on pictures books blue
The city that cradled my youth and my pluck
The signs and the shops and the fortunes of luck
I tear up at feeling that nothing has changed
That life has not happened and thus rearranged
The streets find me walking again through my mind
As heartstrings are strummed by the sweetness I find
The images ghosted now fall into view
Oh how I love paging through picture books blue
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