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Self Satisfied Blue

        A poem for Sherman

I know it's there

If I can't see it on the horizon

I can feel its presence

The mirage I know is true

 

Self satisfied blue

 

Further past deep deep sunken eyes

the placid lake, the source, the complacent blue;

Traces slither through his visible sprawling decorative veins

Traces fire off his skin

                in rough

stark

determined

black

and

brown

and

grey

      

       Diatribes leap off lilies through sharded teeth

             Frogs live peacefully, though,

                    I know.

 

This expansive blue,

beautiful,

Is the morrow of your gaunt frame.

 

I hope you can learn

to float

   whether it takes another thirty years of struggle

or not

 

you will

you will

you will    someday

learn to bathe

    in your complacent blue

 

Brian Goede

May 25, 1995