Bluish Summer Shades Poem by Lynette Lawrence

Bluish Summer Shades



When I wake up summer mornings
my room is filled with a shade of blue.
I remember where I saw it for the last time-
I saw it on you.

It was this smurf-sweater
not suiting the color of your skin,
nor the scent of you perfume at all.

'Though you left,
summer's blue's not passed.

© in 2013

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