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


is stretching

expanding expansive,

blue blanket of light

covering and coloring eyes,


blinds you and paints you pale



moves and moves

a push of blue pushing blue


itself, dense and dark

deepens as it waits

increases weight

as I wade they make

blue hills

hugging haunting,

lull me asleep