Blues riff
on a cocktail napkin
a single tear
They want my blue eyes. If they only knew …
clear sky
rustling leaves
summer wind
The talk of a coming “Blue Tsunami…” As if.
all the calm
of the ocean
politics
Traveling these blue ways …
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday (pubtended by Kim Russell)
After summer break, the Pub is open! Come join us!
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