Tired Blue Fear Poem by Jeannette Moreno McNeill

Tired Blue Fear



Rare concentric circles
circles of tired eyes,
tired blue fear,
and leftover lives.
Leftover rain, puddled
leftover words, muddled,
leftover you and I.
Yet,
yet you and I
were once kickjumping
kickstarting life
Our electric currents
startle -sparked
flickering fires
and fireworks.
And the blue
was the blue
of your eyes.

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