Monday, January 11, 2016


Wait can we go back to the blue
Ann asks can we show them the blue
so we tromp back to the bridge
and John disappears into the smallest barn,
the cat motel, to on-switch the rectangle lights
a few second flash – electric blue picture frame
gift for all the cars to come
and we stand back, bathed in neon
of some more drunk night
far from this valley

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