blue is a desert

Written for Sunday Muse #248.

at the bus stop
blue is a desert 
night’s edge chamfered
by glum mist

in cold's gluttony
and I am devoured
knee marrow carved
to painful points

the camphor laurel
holds its brief pink 
between my fingers

from the hot house
to this creaking river 
this newborn colour 

a flame in darkness

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