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Blue Search – the search engine
colored by oceans, sapphires and the evening sky proudly presents
a work by the eminent poet Julia Shire.
On The Color Blue
Blue hardly ever feels that way.
Smiling into the ultramarine eyes of children,
happily watching the scrub jays scratching the earth –
feet and beaks moving with deliberate quickness,
dinner to be found and returned to waiting mouths –
outside the kitchen window, her hands
dripping soapy water into the turquoise bowl of the sink,
dishes wet and clean.
And mornings, walking along the winding
road of the small coastal town,
peering out where the sky meets the sea,
the cobalt nuzzling against the navy.
It was easy to shed any propensity towards
melancholy in the face of these moments,
piled atop each other in some azure mountain.
Some people are naturally joyous they
whispered as she walked by, the silly grin
always on her face as if glued there by a
mischievous child, vying for attention. Blue was
hardly ever blue, they noted, wondering
what on earth her parents had been thinking.
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