there is no sound or a conjuring voice / where there is no mouth or shadow to yawn / I remember the place half moon on grass / where we walked each day suspicious of blue / the blue above the sky the darkest blue / that sung to us in quiet murmuring / swimming the bluest notes beating the drums / beneath our feet as we walked across life / waving blue seas one thousand rosaries / sinking like anchors strapped beneath our feet / cold violet we were thin skinned and blue veined / blue as dark as a lightless star chiming / small blue blue sonnet bending through the clouds
– Daniel Haskin
November 7, 2023