These days i'm blue
as that slim slash of scales
on a swallowtail's black wing.
Blue
electric, metallic: a dragonfly
that darts and hovers, darts.
Blue
sparks like the sharp gloss
off a beetle's slick black back
in sunlight.
Blue
sky, no ruthful clouds just
sheer bright space. Sun pressing down
till garden plants turn brittle, brown.
That kind of blue.
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