On Blue
a maze of colors,
though slightly faded in the bright of day,
flowers maybe,
bringing beauty to the world,
but that is not what I see,
a slow wilting of stalk and leaf,
the flowers beauty waning,
yet somehow more lovely,
and touching,
sadness,
remembering a beauty that once was,
still more glorious,
as the end draws near,
flowers withering,
on blue.
Douglas Polk
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