Mood Indigo

Poesy plus Polemics

(A March 2013 item reposted here)

blue indigo confuses my heart
it can slow it to lowing
like the wail of a wounded
forlorn tenor sax,
like a memory fading
from unseen disease

cool indigo confuses my heart
it can jump it to thumping
like a Dixieland horn
on a Bourbon Street float,
like a treasure discovered
among worthless things

in a world full of reasons
for cynics to gloat over
everywhere proof of mistrust
shouldn’t something as simply
straightforward as color
be something to count on

surprise is for younger men
disappointment for
sturdy dispassionate souls
I’m too old and mulish
too sure of opinion
for an uncertain heart

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