Poem #22: January 27th, 2010

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Blue

Blue,

The color of my soft, bright shirt,

A peacefully trickling river in the park,

The vast cloudless sky on a warm spring day,

My fluffy towel that warms and dries me when I'm wet and cold,

The color of the ink spilling from the pen as I write,

Paint on a canvas as the painter creates an outdoor scene,

The color of flip-flops in the summer,

Flashing in your eyes as children run past.

The ocean's waves crashing on the shore,

And the color of the ripe, juicy blueberries,

That you are eating in the warm summer sun,

Under the clear blue sky.

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