Just because I like the sound of the words

I got the title of this one from an Emily Dickinson poem.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prodigal of Blue


neon
slithers art deco edges
into greyhound bus familiar
startle

sunsets
from the 12th floor
forgotten with
touch
drop
curl

the purple flowers
were bubbles
in the oxygen of wonder

you heard the aria
before dinner

I was incandescent
marigold


14 Mar 2003