For A Woman In Blue, In Less Than 8 Lines, Troubled and OptimisticPosted: April 11, 2011
Last night in the flashing pursuit of blue,
when the indecision of the rain clouds
had marred their dappled surface,
there, in the water’s chorus I heard her voice
and saw her humble vices tumbling forth like cards.
The sight to read is not mine,
her Universe too large for such to cage in lines.
Let the memory speak enough
for the time and violet cloth.