What is the color blue,
but the back-beat of light?
The ghost of Lady Day, tapping
the séance table at night?
Dungarees flap on the line
pegged to daylight’s sky—
a forget-me-not gown,
a chambray shirt, an old navy tie.
Corduroy, indigo of the sea,
Goodwill-bought velveteen,
melancholy riffing chords
A-minor, E-minor, Gee!
Ultramarine progression,
baptized on the down low,
takes my eyes to church.
dyed-in-the-wool, slow.
Copyright 2017—Claire Germain Nail
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