Azur
Blue, its blue to you,
But not to everyone
Your shoe can be blue,
And the jealous sky,
And Deep, deep inside,
There is a blue like no ocean,
Souls sink there, never recover.
Death comes dressed in blue,
Always,
And the sweetness of absence
And the emotion mixed.
It all comes together in a glass,
And we see the things we missed,
Before.
Chai Masala, that brings back
What was lost, if only for
A moment. And we wait,
And keep waiting.
Venus Descending
Venus descending,
Making her way down the sky,
Following the Milky Way’s arc—
Was that a streetlight?
But she winked at us
Between the branches
,Lower and lower
As she disappeared
Behind the veil of the forest.Ve
And followed her
In our dreams.
Henry Jernigan’s Car
Henry Jernigan’s car,
Built entirely from parts
Found at the junkyard,
Rolled down the street,
A registration sticker
Pasted on the windshield
Drawn with my sister’s
Colored pencils.
He knew what made the heart
Of the big thicket tick,
Hid from the sheriff,
Rolled into the drive-in
For cover,
Parents too lost to care.
This is how he took his share
down the long dirt road
Lined with barbed wire
Keeping Henry out,
The cows in—
The perfect perch
For the loggerhead shrike
That waited for Henry’s car
To flush lizards
As he sped past,
Kicking the dust with tires
Stolen from the back
Of the Texaco station
On US 80.
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