Blue Laws

Shell of New England mussel,
Wrenched in two. Black-blue.
Blue whale: 90 feet of cold shale
Blue: inside it, the seas rendezvous.
Siberian iris's indigo-violet.
What keeps the white lilac pale.
Blue Monday. Turquoise noon.
What you want will burn you.
A phase I'm going through, like the moon.











From Poetry Magazine, Vol. 189 no. 1, October 2006, used with permission.
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