summer & a poem

I could be home or I could be here and sleep deprived. It's really not entirely up to me (as always) but I'm remaining calm and impartial so I can start either summer with positivity.  

Here's a poem about comparisions that i wrote recently:

the difference between blues

 

your blue

and mine, they are

                  not the same

yours

is stretching

expanding expansive,

blue blanket of light

covering and coloring eyes,

blanks

blinds you and paints you pale


 

mine

moves and moves

a push of blue pushing blue

covering

itself, dense and dark

deepens as it waits

increases weight

as I wade they make

blue hills

hugging haunting,

lull me asleep