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Brooding Over the Kitchen Sink: Fandom-Inspired Poetry

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blueness captured by water mirrors


Why is blue righteous? Why is it cold?

Blue flaked from the wings of angels,

an indigo bled from the clouds,

defies the ability of water mirrors to contain.

Rather, attention is drawn to the curvature

of earth and ripples made by feet

stepping into the round basin to retrieve

perhaps a sodden wallet, and abandon

a fishy cell phone.