how would I describe it?
perhaps wrap its
description in
cyan? cerulean? teal?
instead I consider
repeated infinity, I stare back
expecting -
the wallpaper to spring to life?
the camera to flash?
the coffee to finish percolating?
nothing
ever
changes.
not the expression on my face.
not my focus on the neutral ceiling.
not my elbow reflected in the omnipotent
unnameable blue.
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I love this. It says to me that we all get stuck sometimes, not sure what we're waiting on, even the wallpaper to move, but it seems change never comes. Lovely poetry.
Posted by: Donetta | October 14, 2014 at 12:25 AM
A brilliant write Julie! :-)
Posted by: Carrie Van Horn | October 14, 2014 at 09:43 AM