Poem : Blue Like That

Blue Like That
–Ger­ald Stern

She was a dar­ling with her ros­es, though what I
like is laven­der for I can dry it and
noth­ing is blue like that, so here I am,
in my arms a bou­quet of trag­ic lavender,
the whole his­to­ry of South­ern France against my
chest, the fields stretch­ing out, the armies
killing each oth­er, hors­es falling, Frenchmen
dying by the thou­sands, though none for love.

From Save the Last Dance

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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