Take the blurry blue dream
as it spills
out of your ear
Yes, it’s summer
and the dreams are long like late shadows
but no one else need know
how dark your days
or inner song
What you do with your time
is between you and your shadow
and it is such a deep blue,
it might as well be the sky-swallowed sea.

What’s hidden inside air
as we speak without context?
Tone or light or sounds
words make when we
want to explode but it’s a soothing
being pressed into service
or when we want to say something
we know we shouldn’t.
‘Shouldn’t’ is the worst word.

Find where you belong
or move on,
he said,
but that implies
a space in time
with all the connections meaning something
and that’s the trouble
since I’m a stripped wire
with little to speak of
but for some unrealized beauty
and forgotten use.