Terra Martin
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Gary LeBel
Through a Hole in the Afternoon I Smelled Montale’s Lemons
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Blue Note

because of one
blue moon
I sail along
on the current
of yesterday’s dream

like a blue
note in a jazz scale
you improvise
the tonality of
our shifting love

scaling
the blue mountain
I’m closer
to touching the sky
than your heart

I wait. Finally, on the branched stems just above matte filar leaves, loose sprays of the “Blue Mirror” delphinium.

Once more I mix the oils on my palette and patiently test each shade, tone and hue. I seek this blossom’s intrinsic blue and would claim possession of it.
Copyright © 2008 Terra Martin

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