blue

blue

A Poem by John Destalo

my head is

            underwater

caught in the wake

of a passing….

 

moving in and out

of consciousness

 

I open my eyes

so I can see

a color

blue

I only ever

saw

in a dream

 

becoming a memory

            of a dream

 

Is it a memory

or a dream?

 

I remember you

in a dream

of blue

water

tracing your naked shape

            becoming

            white then blue

            water

            liquid skin

 

feeling overwhelmed

by color

in the wake of a passing…

 

you

 

girl

 

I love white

 

water

 

and I love                   blue

 


© 2009 John Destalo



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John Destalo
John Destalo

Camp Hill, PA



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