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Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Meaning of Blue
we’ll get there by and by
-- Joni Michell

by Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke

Why are fires yellow?

Their glow to embers,
their death, is a finest
sun.  A line crossed fades.

Oh, contemplation; sail
a shadow: the stories
grab and hammer, grab
sweetly, tiredly; so we
tack against the sun;
each dawn a watchful
fascination.  The sun on grass.

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