Blue

Next Wave at harbor in Sciacca, Sicily



Blue

Sax notes drift
Across
N'Awlins square.

Sciaccan 'alba':
Dew-
Wet mooring lines,
The rocking motion
Of a rain-bound ship.

Your eyes that time, 
When
We just laughed 
And laughed.

The standout veins in
Grandpa's
Folded hands...
Serenity
My rhapsody in blue.



Written in response to @artstew52 prompt: Blue





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