Blue Beach Poem by Blaine Strong

I could put a chair there. On the beach with a little blue umbrella, and watch time slowly fade away in the distance. Sand in my hair. I do believe I could get away if I put a chair there.
I could put a chair there. In the middle of a city among the 5 o'clock hustle on Friday in July.
I could sit unseen and watch them frollick.
Not knowing who's me or they? Here or I could put a chair there...
In the forest where magic is real, we see what we long for where we feel. I could put a chair there. With the wizards and Gypsy's, unable to comprehend my religion! Confused consumption! What elixer has the wizard so fair?
I could put a chair there.
With a little blue umbrella watching time slowly fading, an artist painted me stuck in my chair.
Over there I could place one