Blue
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| 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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