6.19.2023 - Gray-Blue-Grey
/6.19.2023
Gray-Blue-Grey
Infantile Blues for bawling babe,
At age eighteen aren't they gray?
Are we at sea with swirling sky?
Are we above or below the line?
The grey blurred into gray,
The blue drowning in the day,
Brighter fiercer as they weep,
The legend humbled in the deep.
In a mirror sapphire flash,
In a window with darkened lash.
Laughing smiling as they cry,
Like a blackbird watch her … fly.
