Blues Or Dance

Poem By Curtis Goodnight

Blue to nothingness
peaks fade in and out of that selfsame blue
my rug is a dirty dusty kind of blue.
Some short time ago I too was blue.
Now I'm all in verdant green
and I wear red booties
and will soon don steel toed road skinned footwear
so I won't pay attention to the cactus
and that big nothing sky and I
can sing the blues
or dance.

Comments about Blues Or Dance

Blue is my colour though I am rarely blue. Very much liked the poem and a great photograph. Reminds me a little of Alsace though the blue there is augmented by the Bilberry (i think you call Blueberry) fields. Yes, I'm a sucker for anything blue! A straight ten, Curtis


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