Color Me Midnight

by ruby tuesday

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-04-02 18:20:00

Color me midnight
blue tonight
though the big hand
is only on the nine
with the little hand
thirty minutes behind —

I was age sixteen before
I learned to tell time.

I stick with the belief
that clocks often lie.

Color me midnight
I’m blue tonight
fragile and fetal
in the iced moonlight
thinking of wrongs
that started out right —

of bridges I burned
dancing in the firelight.

I never could speak
as well as I write.




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