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Jul 2010
You can feel a sight
at eight thirty on a summer night
air turns a deep blue
and it stays completely still until you brush it aside
air reflects blue and shoots it out
and now everything is blue
goodbye sun
hello black felt sky
your glimmer is showing
but only in some spots
someone bigger than you and i poked some holes
through a backlit scrap
of undeveloped film
to force the light and the heat through
but that's gone
as the heat leaves
the dark slowly breathes
the air turns blue
for twenty minutes
everything becomes diverse in uniform
you can lay your head between the dirt and the air
hear blue, feel blue.
and then it goes away
Carl Hoek
Carl Hoek
Written by
Carl Hoek  new york city
(new york city)   
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   SJ Reese
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