Paint Chip Poetry (written by Yours Truly)

Jacaranda is leaving.
She announced this last night
On our cruise down the Danube.

I mumbled Something. Blue
Eyes stopped me short.
Those damned Regale Blue eyes.

Anger made me cold—
Cold as an Iceberg.
Mustering my Dignity, Blue

Eyes stopped me short.
Turning away, I told her,
"Go. Go and Soar."


Photo taken 10/2/11

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