Icy Blue
icy blue.
the flowers I see in my dreams,
the color of her eyes,
a memory from long long ago,
eyes that blue could not have been real,
but they were,
and so was she.
Douglas Polk
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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