Saturday, April 7, 2012


Steel Blue

Chain link fence in the rain -
a muddied muted cobalt;
the same hue seen in the faded wallpaper
running the horizontal length of our old galley kitchen.
Some paper yellowed, some places nearly new-navy.

In that kitchen beside the stove I knew we would break up,
if not that summer, then the next. It was raining
that day, also. Your next-door neighbor brought you
a dozen sorry brownies in a steel blue box.
The fact they were stale and you smiled and winked at her
gave you away.

So it was the following summer that she curbed her old gray-blue
car and honked. You smiled at me, no wink though.
And out to her you went.

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