Yours Truly 2016 / Cascadia College / Bothell, WA | Page 27

Blue

Robyn Ferret

A riddle of August rain follows bright afternoon and starry evening. The
cease of its rhythm must disrupt my dreams. I don’t rise for morning,
but stretch across pillows and part the curtains: a breeze pushes
glass beads against the screen, conjured from cloudless sky to cool
the blankets, steam the concrete path in the courtyard. The flowers
out there are full, tipping; the splashes on their fat leaves are songs.
The world of alone awakens, painted in the dawn with tiny brushes.

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