Blue Corners

From blue corners
It leaps like a
Strong note, a
Thrust of wind
That refuses to
Hold back

When talking to
Yourself becomes
Talking to the wind

When inside becomes
Outside in a disrobing
Of affairs considered

From blue corners
The glaring sound of
unpolished brass

From blue corners
The residue of the
Crystallized mind

From blue corners
The absence of
Color when no other
Color will do

You must
Let it go and color
It the color it was
Meant to be

When painted
Into a corner

That is

(C) Tony Robles 2016


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