I didn't know blue could burnA Poem by Noah SanfordI’ve been wandering around places like the ocean's floor where you can see everything and say nothing. Out here things slip out of sight. People become blank street signs pointing nowhere. Puppies become reward posters no one reads. Blue children cry into cheap wine. There’s a crazy girl that lives in Texas. She talks fire like hells we dream laughing with a sound that forgets all. Even when she's quiet her eyes are loud like storms under the sea. but she is a blue child. She looks like a slow growing flower clinging to shade hiding among weeds praying for rain. In fluorescent dusted cold I met her standing under mad machinery both running life by the hour. A match dragging across clear sky as I walked in. An empty parking lot, 3:00 AM clumsy curses fall to the concrete soundless wind moving leaves in an old memory. Rage spends her tears on silence sits on her chest daring her to move. Another empty parking lot, 3:00 AM. Sounds of highways at dusk run through me at all times cold wind from sunken cities. I sit thinking of Eden wondering about forever. Violent life under her stillness dulls the droning warms frigid pavement and calls out to the sleeper in me. There she goes with that funny walk easy smile showing no sign no trace unless you look close, leaving marks in your mind like footsteps on the moon. I sit here now with my blue soul out and ask how? In a way I never have. “Silly boy” she says, No one knows for sure. I love you anyway I reply “Silly baby” I’m passing this way and she the other. Strikes the match at the end of it’s arc. All is blue and the world will not be quiet. Crazy girl. © 2021 Noah SanfordAuthor's Note
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