THE BLUEST DAY
The Bluest Day
There’s a glass of milk on the floor
of iron plating soon to be spilled,
arms and legs of a chair in waiting.
I watch the news with half an eye
the other wondering at the window,
will the police arrive? A life of peace
gone to waste, washed like the waters
of Mars into space. My own dead planet
bleats in the future while the bluest day
flamed and went out with a scream, planes
like birds flying into windowpanes.
Wow!
Thank you!
Another exquisite short film. Thanks for sharing. Do you know Making Pies by Patty Griffin? https://genius.com/8685480
wow Stuart, thank you. I don’t know Patty Griffin, will check it out.