Bleeding Blue
A Golden Shovel
Blue me a love song
polka dot my soul
with this Ombre shade of hope
When your heart bleeds blue
droplets — a surge — envelopes me
while your whimsy, you know, the one you tout with a
silver lining — meanders about, masked in love
amid your chorus-blinding, color-sketching sing-song
attempt to douse me with ringing polka d…
