BLUE RIFF
Blue eyes
turn the world into a Hollywood Pool
a great
ball in the void of space
they turn
the world into a lost sky
chicory
trapped along the interstate
delphiniums
giving in to the breeze
a sad place
in a haze of blue smoke
where
broken down jazz singers
sing the
blues so we may weep
unhurt
BLUE
ANALOGIES
antlers
of the white tailed deer
have
the same symmetry as coral
growing
under the sea
human
fingernails are shaped
like
fish scales and are
composed
of the same protein
a
newborn’s blue cast eyes
are
the same milky color
as
the blind eyes of the old
plants
like music too
and
children outdo themselves
when
expected to
subatomic
particles are
agitated
by human nearness
ancient
oak groves seethe
with
the spirits of old gods
and
fish and birds breathe
the
same blue
ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
we
are entitled to be happy
it
is August and I’m gathering
lunaria
seed, peeling off the
covering
to reveal a translucent
silver
circle like a moon against
a
dark sky.
Tonight,
the second full moon
of the month will rise to the
southeast
not
as rare as one might think,
maybe
every two or three years.
I’m
humming the song –
blue moon, you saw me standing alone
but
under the August sun
I
shrug off the sadness
my
hands full of seed.
poems by Helen Ruggieri
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