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Baby Blue Cuff Links
“Whales, that mew & caw in ultramarine jazz--
oceanic rhapsody in blue, are hunted to the
edge of silence.”--Jay Griffiths.
I just perched myself on a slate blue metal folding
chair adjacent to a Greek fruit stand
in Seattle’s Public Market, & decided,
as a lark, to identify the dozens of blues
that I could see from that vantage point.
A shapely redhead wiggled by in a pair
of stonewashed faded blue jeans, torn
artfully at the knees & thighs, sporting little palatine--
blue heart tattoos on her knees. She looked
over at me with her iridescent iceberg-blue eyes,
as the sun shone on her ginger-blond hair, & she
smiled a sultry greeting through perfect white teeth.
She wore a short tattered tee shirt that was tie-dyed
periwinkle & spindrift purple, slashed with Cambridge
teal sinuous lines, with a bare midriff
and no bra, a cobalt blue & red scarf
pinned into her long curly tresses, a
topaz barrette clipped in one side.
Across the aisle was a retro-record shop.
decorated with bluish album covers:
Joni Mitchell Blue,
Weezer’s The Blue Album,
a couple Blue Man’s Group,
Massive Attack’s Blue Lines,
Lou Reed’s The Blue Mask,
Electric President’s The Violent Blue,
Hooverphone’s Blue Wonder Power Milk,
& Hats’ Blue Nile.
Across the street there was an Armed
Services Recruitment Center, festooned
with Air Force, Navy, Army, & Coast Guard
blue banners, flapping a blue streak in the
Mariner’s blue town breeze, with red-white-&
blue posters of Naval vessels cruising through
gray-blue ocean waves, blue steel fighter jets flying
in electric-blue skies, with orange & white Coast
Guard cutters anchored in azure blue
tropical bays, over several mannequins
at attention, costumed in dress blue
starched uniforms, with Columbia blue
stripes on the legs, & gold brocade lapels--
one wearing a blue-chrome ceremonial
I don’t have the blues;
not today, at least, but then
tomorrow’s not here.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub