Wednesday, March 31, 2010

True Blue

While away,
away from my beloved sky
and lake
I grew restless and
displaced but then....
True Blue

Blue inside and
not of the brilliant
wondrous variety
but
the kind that drips, runs,
smears
and blurs
the path of sad
shuffling
tennied feet.

An abandoned swing
calls my name
from across the
drying
desert park lawn
I run...
the greeting
like
lonely
lost companions
reunited

the fit squishy perfect
comforting
and familar
a gift of leaping flutters,
and stomache giggles
while giddy feet
punch imaginary holes
in the blue canvas.

On every rise
and
fall
toes etch poetry
like puffy white
jet stream paths...

we are at home
at this height,
my feet and I,
and
we skip home
in true blue joy!

Pam Piper Rain



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