Blue Blue are the books of true self examination. Blue are the early morning shadows in the house as we wake up and get dressed. Blue are the fairy tale thoughts passing and moving through us. Blue are the flaming tongues of the poets. Blue are the herons in riparian water. Blue are the jeans we no longer wear. Blue is the color of the prayer closet. Blue is the guitar I am playing past the hands of midnight. Blue is the love language of the people at work on making a beautiful living. Blue is the milk of the desert fathers and mothers. Blue is the room of the artist filled with starry nights. Blue is the true love of browsing and buying books. Blue is the widescreen between us. by Paul Hsu 1/23-27/18 Revised 1-28-18