Azul
I want to call you “Azul”;
I want to shout it across a meadow.
I want to stand by your closed gate
And say it
loud so your neighbors will hear.
I want to say it nose-to nose to your face
When you are
churlish or being pluvial.
“Azul” I whisper.
Ariel
Jan 18, 2008
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