Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Blue


A bottle of wine
ordinary cheese
The foreboding of
the evening breese

Soft honest words
murmured across the station
And silence for
contemplation

Another slice
another drip
As your mind
begins to slip

Across time
across the rhyme
What's real
so intertwined

I can't remember how
to make blue

Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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