Blue

Whisper-less fetid air
No movement
In the rhododendron leaves
Notes of the wind chime
Drip
From the hanging tubes
Fall without noise
To the ground below

A great blue funk
Arrives at the window
Peers in through
The twisted slats
Of the drawn blind
Searching
For me

I spend the day
Without moving
Living in my head

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Copyright E. Bond Francisco July 2006