WINTER BLUES

Photo by S. Auberle

BLUE IS A FUGITIVE COLOR

It is the color of ambiguous depth,

of the heavens and of the abyss at once…

               ~  Alexander Theroux

do you remember that night

I said I would have to leave?

under a blue moon

in Clem & Ursie's Bar

you asked would I walk toward

something      or away

           

            and I said a horizon

is what I need 

a road rising to meet me...    

Dante's 9th Circle of Hell isn't fire

but ice     

           

            yet blue light

has the energy to escape ice

and remain visible

too often invisible to you 
I became     

           

                        blue

is a fugitive color  

fades quicker than any other

ODE TO BOSTICK

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Okay, so any of you who know me know that until I moved to Wisconsin I couldn't have cared less about football...but then I fell into caring...about the Packers (especially #12) and after Sunday's game I wish I was back to not caring.  But o well, que sera sera, as they say, and then this poem seemed to want to be written...

ODE TO BOSTICK

doesn't matter if you don't know

who Bostick is    

this isn't about him

it's about screwing up

we've all done it

badly      admit it     you have

I have       even Mother Theresa

I suspect

Bostick       we feel for you

more than you know

sure you coulda' done better

coulda'     shoulda'      woulda'

if only     so what

we do the damn best we can

nobody can do more

not even the pope

not even Mother Theresa  

and she'd be the first

to tell you    about that guy

in the gutter she missed one day
          so Bostick   it's okay
          nobody died