Like a Blue Dogmatism Poem by Elaine Equi

Like a Blue Dogmatism



The sky became
a sort of religion.

Was it ever empty —

or did it always
carry the perfume
and contagion of ideas?

And if so, whose?

We say ‘ours'
as if the answer
were obvious,

but lately there is
room for doubt

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Elaine Equi

Elaine Equi

Oak Park, Illinois
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