Blue

Agnes Cleve - Train Ride

Phrases flock in a blue pocket book

trailing the rushed rhythm of painted feet

words walk past the morning light

boarding a train too slow a match

for the beast, the beating heart

stilled solely by ink-stained verse

rising from its paper fold, like butterflies

across the blue soaked sky.

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