Blue
there is
a shade of blue
that only fits into the eye
for a brief moment
during certain June twilights
there is
nothing else like it
and if you are not standing
looking northeast
forgetting to blink
then it does
not exist
it will never haunt you
make you stand in June
patiently staring
and how you
must appear
while waiting looking up
and to the northeast
as the brightest stars begin
like you
are expecting the sky
to erupt in fireworks
something everyone can see
burning the night air
a crash or
meteor shower
the disappointment and desire
to ask you What
What is it
what that
dilemma must feel
to know something so beautiful
the world's rarest gem
pure and untouched or written about
how you could
name that shade
or use it in a poem
hoping perhaps that people
would stand outside
in a June
twilight
waiting for the blue to darken
aware of the background and
not wanting to blink
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